LEYLA IŞIK

LEYLA IŞIK

I'm Being Shot İn My Humanity

Life is an old street. . .

With its contaminated pavements,

And stone walls in their silence.

I’m sitting and crying

For the lack of love in hearts.

Helpless people’s bulletlike looks are penetrating my marrow.

I'm being shot in my humanity.

Children silently screaming

In the midst of wars.

I know not in what country,

In which geography

They are performing the last act of "peace"

With the hopes taken from their hands. . .

Red colored flowers are blooming on their bodies

As they are falling on the ground like leaves.

The last drops in their lacrimal lakes are

Seeking a way for peace

While a HOPE is

Running down their cheeks.

TRANSLATED BY BAKI YIĞIT

Bodilessly

-In the very heart of the night, my heart flutters. It finds its tongue like telling an old fairy tale.

I paint your undeniable presence on the walls with its most beautiful colors.-

Where the night has withdrawn

When the moon has wrapped the beach without you in its light

When in the whispers of the wind

When waving goodbye to the impossible

After the ship outgoing

That very night

The mirror that took my face out of my hands

Had sunk into the deep waters of reunion.

Now on the same sea

We are two timid alone. . .

In the downpour of the memories

Our skins wake from sleep.

Our voices wander in space,

And interlace bodiless.

TRANSLATED BY BAKI YIĞIT

On Valentine's Day

I took down your pictures from the wall one by one. . .

Your dusty guitar with missing strings

were waiting for being caressed.

The sad slippers

in conflict with each other

at the head of our mattress.

Now the curtains the moonlight has wrapped

are offended,

and have not shown their faces to the day yet.

Our dreams in the overturned glasses.

Our laughs have remained hidden

in a dusty broken mirror,

and on the torn calendar pages. . .

You are gone,

and I wanted to lay the night over my eyes.

The leady rains have lined up on my eyelashes.

Loneliness is on the alert.

The one that is shot was the last leaf

of the season in my heart

falling on the ground,

floating and turning in the air.

On Valentine’s Day.

TRANSLATED BY BAKI YIĞIT

LEYLA IŞIK