LEYLA IŞIK

LEYLA IŞIK

A Call To Humanity

If I could fly a bird whose wings are

Loaded with love to humanity

If it could wander over all countries

For LOVE is needed

To live fraternally

If I could hear neither hunger screams

Nor gun sounds

If I could remove

The hearts full of grudges and hate

And instead put the ones

Full of love for fraternity and humanity.

If I could fly a bird whose wings are

Loaded with love to humanity

If it could take liberty to all countries in the world

For PEACE is needed

To live fraternally.

If all countries could speak a common language, a heart language,

Their hands would not touch guns

And pull the triggers.

For a heart language is needed

To live fraternally.

Whether in Bosnia-Herzegovina or Iraq

Or in another place in the world

People should not be killed. Babies

And children should not be left orphaned.

Stop this savagery, that's enough!

Don’t let blood floods run

From My Lips

To My Toes…

The blaze of the evening on the windows. . .

When you took me into your arms with passion

My hands used to behave childishly in your hands,

And all the stars in the sky

Used to come down into my eyes. . .

In those nights we breathlessly experienced,

The moonlight

Used to hold on to the hair of the curtains.

You were fireflies coming down with their torches

From my lips. . . to my toes. . .

As if mountains have bent over their foot slopes

And kissed wild flowers. . .

You were

The most beautiful hours of the day.

Where Are You?

Mirrors are being broken inside of me

your face of flower is in a thousand pieces

I'm bending over and kissing you on your forehead

"ignoring the pain fell in my heart"

a pigeon with a broken wing

is flapping into the blue.

Since you went away from me untimely

I've been coming ashore

now my glass heart

my dreams of sparrow

clouds are always on the road

sadness is lining up on my eyelashes

Where are you?

I'm tired in the shadow of the pain you left behind

my face cannot see daylight

my Gloria, my chamomile, my calendula...

I cannot smell you anymore

my snowdrop that blooms on the peaks of the mountains

are you my flower of longing?

Without you I'm a fruitless tree,

a disorientated migratory bird,

a seagullness shallow sea...

I'm the torrential rain

that weeps to deep cliffs

to bottomless wells

every night... every moment

Where are you?

I want to come

I'm getting ready, inside of me suddenly

I'm building bridges to the impossible separations

without a way... without preparation.

all of a sudden

the breeze is filling my room with your scent

birds are chirping together at my window...

the faded flowers of my curtain are being enlivened

dancing children are enjoying a feast inside of me.

"20th March"s are being erased from calendars,

and time has always been staying on your birthday.

Where are you?

the brightness of your coming... or the warmth of it?

my heart is being warmed.

now you are IN ME.

LEYLA IŞIK