Pains
If finding each other is freedom,
We both were free.
Two adjacent worlds
With screaming hands.
We two had come down
From two mountains,
Like two passionate rivers
We had run into each other
At a junction;
We had forgotten separation,
Longing did not exist,
Happiness was a blue child
Playing in our garden...
If suffering is freedom
We both are free...
However,
Love means- looking for
However,
Love means- missing
It means- losing a dreamy toy
after having found it.
Everything turned out to be a lie,
There was something called love
There is nothing called love...
I have suffered for days,
I have suffered in silence...
In this little lodging
In an earthquake-like chaos,
I have lived for several millenia
Sticking to pains...
If suffering is freedom
We both are free...
It is those glances that
Remain after pains
As tears in my eyes I got
The clouds of the sunset...
Everything turned out to be a lie.
'There' was to be scattered away
In different trajectories...
