Yokluğun iyi geldi aslında,
Seni uzaktan sevmeyi öğrendim:
Böyle huzurlandı içim, sakin, dingin.
Sen hala her şiirimdesin,
Her yürüyüş sana doğru,
Ama sonunda sen yoksun ya,
Yollar bitmiyor böyle daha iyi oldu.

Yazmak, cesaret işiymiş.
İzin vermek fıkırdayan içine, sayfalara dökülsün diye.
Yazmak cesaret işiymiş.
Bir de ortaya dökülen karmaşaya aldırmadan, sonra toplarım diyebilmek.

İçimde kaçırılmayacak bir havai fişek gösterisi vardı,
Bu nedenle tüm sorumlulukları süpürdüm yatağın altına.
Sabah kalktım güzel bir çay demledim, geçtim karşıma;
Sohbet ettik uzun uzun, senin adın geçti sıkla,
Hep de senden bahsetmedik canım...

Pek iyiymiş bu günlerde,
Şarkılar, türküler, şiirler dinletti,
Boşver bugün de işe gitmeyiver dedi.

Doldurup çantamıza bir sürü kitap,
Yokuş aşağı Bebek'e indik,
Yürüdük sahil boyunca taa vapura dek,

Her yer havai fişeklerle rengarenk.

İçimde kaçırılmayacak bir havai fişek gösterisi vardı,
Bu nedenle azad edin beni, yapamayacağım benden beklenenleri.

Tebeşirlerimi getirdim, izin verirsen öz yaşam öykümü yazacağım kalbine.
Bir yerlerde kalacaksa izim, ne çocuklarım olsun, ne eserlerim, ne sesim; sende kalsın isterim.
Senin gibi, bir insan gibi uçucu, bir insan gibi değişken ve unutkan, umutlu.
Sana çarpınca civa gibi yoğunlaşan, içimden satırlara akan damlalar gibi, yağmur gibi...
Senin gibi, buhar gibi, mavi gibi, bulut gibi olsun.

Akşamlar, geceler...

Akşamları eve gelmeyi çok seviyorum, çünkü ceplerimden çıkarıp fotoğraflarını, bir bir dizip yatağımın üzerine doya doya bakabiliyorum hepsine. Gün boyu Behçet Necatigil şiirleri okuyorum sana güzel kadın, duyuluyor mu okyanusun öteki yarısından?

A little girl who spends her days talking to her dogs, making mud from sand and sea water and sailing through the stories; that's how I want you to draw me. Of course, you can color my hair gray darling; after all you can color the the trees orange, the ships blue and the earth your parents will shovel on me tomorrow, pink.

The poet acts

I can hold on to a picture, a memory, a feeling that dissolves into a moment; I can recall a smell and people at their best; I can visit places I've been before in my mind and I can even relive the joys of the most alluring experiences. I can extract inimitable pleasure from day dreams; act like people have never died; search for B-612 in the night sky.

I can relinquish my sarcasm, my ideas and knowledge about human nature, my solitude, my peaceful mind and desolated heart; so that I can WRITE!

I can fool myself; prohibit excess to memories, previous conclusions and decisions so that I can feel the same way again .

I can be strong, I can survive, I can be calm while facing disappointment because I believe deep inside I know that all this is my imagination. An experiment I am performing on myself to distill the truth and to scribble. From the pain, the shivering, the heartaches and all; I am moulding the stories. Once the stories are written all feelings disappear leaving only ideas and my reason behind and from those I am reaching the facts.

I am lying to you all, when I can predict you. When I know how I want to shape the story and I need you to play your part. My morals rely on my definition of fair and I know you enjoy the ride too. You would not prefer the truth, trust me, you wouldn't.

I only torture a few people with my true self, a few friends of mine, for I really want them to see me for who I am and like me if possible and for I know they would choose the unsettling truth over a sedated mind.

I can laugh at the face of authority, responsibility, insult and lies; because I know truth is relative and none of it matters as long as I can WRITE!

I can survive as long as and only if I WRITE!

You may go now.

Today, it's snowing outside and I am thinking of you. I know, being a dog and not a person, you are capable of finding your way back. So I'm calling out to you and trusting in your canine judgment. Initially children, we all grow up and leave the nest and if this was your time to go out and explore the world, so be it. You know, mum will always be here to caress you if you need me.

One night that is better than a dream

And whatever the future might bring, I never want to let go of this feeling. I have seen the miracles happening, as long as I can replay them in my mind, all will be right.

And then she created harmony, the music, all the beauty in the world for him.

His smile was the source of emanating light, not to be shadowed but to be admired and fueled.

Setting all right, the young goddess dissolved into the void, not to burden him with which was not asked for.

He was born and lived in ever changing chaos, crowned with the unconditional love.