Bombs, car bombs, human bombs…
Blazing bridges, schools, homes, hospitals and histories …
Scattered debris, scorched bodies…
Dark grey smoke hanging in the sky!
Looting, shooting… anarchism!
Butchering, torturing – innocents!
Hunger, thirst, exhaustion
Fleeing folks, weeping mothers…!
Nowhere to run, no place to hide…
Frightening days — miserable lives
Who’s brave – who’s bravest?
Who betrays whom?
Who liberates whom?
Who’s friend – who’s foe?
Who’s the heartless vulture – hatred,
religion, power or control?
All that left is doom
From above and below
Seize The Moments
My solitary soul spontaneously
recites free flowing rhymes…
I tried to remember the muse
I don’t have a pen to writethemdown
With some efforts, I acquired a piece of paper, pen and apt time
Finally, I went to a quiet library to write poems,
but the feeling was gone!
I couldn’t write a single line.
I was a Turkish prisoner
Where the jailers said, freedom is not free;
it’s a privilege, and I abused it.
I said, ‘I’m not a Turkish man.’
They said, ‘Then you don’t even deserve privilege!’
They gagged, tied, punished and pushed me
Into a long, narrow, dark corridor.
It felt like a well; I couldn’t breathe!
After many years, the jailers said,
‘We do not know why we are feeding you.’
They released me with a label engraved
on my forehead as, ‘Freedom is not free!’
Outside, the warm fresh air was welcoming
I inhaled as much as I could.
The vast sky and shiny clouds looked stunning!
Its immensity and beauty made me feel like flying.
I desired to cherish the freedom for a moment…
New buildings, streets, and cars appeared strange!
Children played around the fruitful trees
I touched a tree, its leaves so soft
I was so hungry; too weak to climb a tree.
I tried; I fell!