Muhammed Akkuş Şiirleri - Şair Muhammed ...

Relentlessly pursuing the enigmatic teachings of my compass
Exchanging blows with the cruel messenger of the very end
The rhyme suddenly hurled its whirring core yet it detonated
Within the escape from absurdity that disguises as silence

Innocently tethering my future with delusional expectations

Volkanlar dışındakileri kavuramadan içindekileri tüketecekse
Parlak yıldızlar çığlıklarının ardından küskünlük örtüsüne bürünecekse
Kopan fırtınalarla eşlik eden rüzgarların takati kesilecekse
Alıyla zihnini ısıtan bu dikenleri kopmuş güller solup gidecekse

Göğsünde bunlara yer vermişsin ne vermemişsin ne

I wish, with every piece of me, to meet with
One who can save me from this stain and filth
A hero that I had sought desperately all this time
With the tears incessantly falling onto my life

Agonizing dreams always engulf my worlds

Eyes once opened, destined to shut lastingly
Information rushed through the faint bid
Called a human, who generally sails awry
To the future in which all possibilities are insipid
The mind might have paths taken rightly

What hurts most was not blows from foes or struggles
It was seeking relief from the endless, with my globes
It was biting off more than I could chew, while scared
It was being mighty when I couldn’t endure the aftermaths

What tortures most was not appearing impeccable in their eyes

The cold chains of my life tightening with no mercy
Frantic ideas scarring the sand grains—verbose
As if a rainstorm were busting my own life, leaving no memory
Yet the trace of hope stayed covert on purpose

The function of freedom surpasses its notion

The hollowness that I chase after
Was shrewd throughout those years
That were embedded with bitter laughter
Making the struggle the sole crafter
Of my chest, painted full of lacerations

Under the scary supervision of what is not present
I was struggling to find it as the days slowly passed
The hopeless blows, driven by volitions, bounced back
It took a lot of time to wake the sleepy existence up

Under the surreal moonlight, crying with tired clouds

With the silent dream about catching the shaking light
The serene ambition for hitting the floor, again, ignites
The song of the vivid spirit certainly will be sung tonight
The covert ideas are overtly wrestling with some senses

With me, what is left behind is numerous secret dances

The last sip of my savior tasted quite bitter
As I swiftly realized from the last ray of the sun
That causes my eyelids to delicately stutter
As remnant noises in my chest begin to shun

Clouds slightly deemed as the sheet of heaven