A Landscape of My Village, Taken by one of my friends

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Someone walking on the sidewalk doesn't look at people around him...He goes towards one ideal, which was blessed by his Gods. Maybe, he came to the world in order to come true the dreams in his mind, who knows, maybe he was intentionally sent by a holy power. However, there are something decreasing while approaching to the destination. This is very alike to the story of a butterfly. Everybody knows that a butterfly succumbs to attractiveness of a candle, which becomes the reason of his death...

A Brief View of Alexander

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Questioning

Being unsure of
If the clouds are on purpose
Balance in chaos!

Billions of insects
Whether they are instable
Looking for a way.

Winds comes from all sides
And leaves are shaking freely
Then time should make sense!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Good-bye to Modern Solitude

Good-bye to hypocrite people of my country. Good-bye coal smoke penetrating my lungs. Good-bye my illness that is sorethroad because of my job. Good-bye chalk dust getting me sick. Good-bye my collegues gossiping everytime in teacher's room. Good-bye to dishonest politicians of my fortuneless country. Good-bye to tedious train journeys between Kocaeli and Istanbul. Good-bye striving for getting rid of bad conditions. Good-bye to modern solitude inside crowds that is not to feel yourself like the people on the streets. Good-bye to shaving every day as an obligation of my job. Good-bye impersonel principles of schools that I don't even want to say goodbye to them. Good-bye my exhausted years in a vicious cycle.

Good-bye to My History

Goodbye Turkey, family and friends. Good-bye springs after severe winters and smell of oleaster flowers that generates by burning sun of summers. Good-bye warm winds bringing me the soft smells of mountains. Good-bye collecting mushrooms under a slow rain in the small mountain of my cute village. Good-bye firewoods smell burning in stove, and good-bye my childhood. If adapdation to change were not become the rule of life, I would not say Good-bye for many things I left in my history. I have to say good-bye now because there are a huge distance from my childhood and my homeland. Good-bye green trees and praires. Good-bye cold water of the fountain.Good-bye bruises on my leg, and itching them. Good-bye to people who sacrifice themselves to give others somethings they have. Good-bye.