Isn’t true, that the shortest way between two Points is the straight line,
Thus, my historic background with thou taught me .
Dialogue…?! , That is the longest path among The Heart, the lips, and between my acoustic and your Silent undulation.
Only the intuition pushed me to your way
Cried out one night without any voice,
That our spiritual candles are subsided and finished.
Farewell machinate the Poison in our coffee
One time .I gave you my heart naked away as a white paper,
Then, you drown on it out my assassination plan and my death certificate.
You don’t forgive me, as I left with my death, Gonne away with gulls to The Sea..
Who show me a city, didn’t know Bombing, to go and live in..?
Who show me Fields, not buried tortured murder on it stealthily..?
Who show me trees, didn’t hear whine of abducted woman on her Kidnapped love..?
Who show me a sky her blue didn’t witness Injustice, cruelty, or thought that raped forcibly..?
I’m tired of Your Love, time
Of men like you flaunted on their cruelty craft…
Their Love as writing in blue above the sea…
Who said, Men’s love not like water in a sieve ..?
We Separated, and herein the last white being Dirty by end
As the stations snow while trains whereon black dusty.
Once, my hand was as a bird wavering on your hand, asking not to let my hand away,
But your hand was busy with shooting and sewing motto.
Herein I’m Full of homeland, and Death together.
Echo runs in my caves as stray ghosts.
I dedicate myself to take care of our Separate,
Guarding the Spider who spun quietly,
Its strings of your Image in my eye.
Dust accumulates on your lips ,
From your darken eyes hanging on bats,
Inside your clothes snow pouring until your bottom,
Plants which witness on our time together, running to street galloping climbing the neighboring balconies.
How we left the separation breeds on for years..
In the wilds of electrified violence..?
Left the hypocrisy wears us on social soirees night,
How do we commit the rain treason?
How can we sidestep from serenity on sticky pleasures bars?
How do we play false on wind, get side with curtains,
Claimed that it gives birth to the storm..?
Hereby the Ruins stand on our present with sarcastic laugh,
Find us doesn’t deserve even a cry..! Then falls rain,
As a mother who washed her babies who full of mud
Here’s the city land on the evening
And fat women feed their children
Weeping in dark corners in their kitchens
Their betrayal men who gamble with their love and home together…
Women sew their gray hair with white bitter …
And Now I’m running as a single under water, without a man without homeland
And Thousands of windows ogle me with flaming and aggressive eyes
And as any black rebel sheep,
Sewing my freedom threads away from herd ways..
I tries vainly to invent a third faith, to a women comes from the third world …
“Do you want to know the secret behind my strength?
No one really love me ever,
Behold, I dropped.
But I’m insist on leavening my footprints and pens effects
Above the abyss darkness, and paper whiteness..!