Monthly Archives: March 2017

I

Posted on March 31, 2017 by hazinedar

I, the solitary traveller of the street of unknowns; I, the child who escapes from the echo of his own voice. I, on his back, carrying the uncommitted sin; The blind man of God in blind man’s buff, the sultan … Continue reading →

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In Raptures

Posted on March 30, 2017 by hazinedar

Are they love, the rugged mountains, Does love cascade down when time freezes? If longing for you wrapped not the darkness, Would love bind itself to evenings? Hoping you’re there, into non-existence I plunged, I’m a leaf in case you’re … Continue reading →

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Remembrance

Posted on March 27, 2017 by hazinedar

The pain of separation, like a rooster crowing at midday, Untimely… A pang of sorrow I felt. The past, a bottomless lake covered in weeds. A chill season and in the garden heaps of leaves. Why does it call out … Continue reading →

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A Hammer Inside My Head

Posted on March 14, 2017 by hazinedar

Someone is calling me, from yesterday-from tomorrow; To languish-to laugh, just a matter of mood for me. My heart writhes in pains of labour; Oh God! To die without, without delivery… Let the abyss be one step away from me; … Continue reading →

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The Thousand and First Night

Posted on March 9, 2017 by hazinedar

I’ve come from foreign lands, tired, inn keeper, Spread a mattress here, slowly… Alas, my eyes mustn’t see the darkness! Close the white curtains, slowly. Oh, home, sweet home; Oh, to embrace the family… I’ll tell you everything, Sit by … Continue reading →

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That’ll be Fine

Posted on March 8, 2017 by hazinedar

When you remember me, Think kindly of me sometimes. Smile when you see me in the street, Come close, Your hand in mine, stay for a while. Let me visit you at your house, Make coffee for me. Give me … Continue reading →

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Fahriye Abla*

Posted on March 3, 2017 by hazinedar

The acrid smell of coal filled the air, Before sunset  doors closed. From the street of laudanum languor, Only you stayed in my imagination, only you! Your unblemished neck, your teeth, At the vast luminosity of their dreams, the smile … Continue reading →

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My Funeral

Posted on March 1, 2017 by hazinedar

Will it be in our courtyard? From the third floor, how will you take me down? The coffin will not fit into the lift, The stairs too narrow. Sun, knee deep, and pigeons in the courtyard perhaps, Perhaps snow with … Continue reading →

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