Metakadar (Metasadness)
Like
the loneliness of Albert Camus My feelings for you are boundless… That's
another thing -
Fully,
something strange.
I
feel it like the tip of my hair. Something is reddish.
It
has no borders. Captivating me to you.
“Everyone
knows that life is not worth living.
In
fact, a person dies in his thirties or seventies - it does not matter”... You
explain the arguments, it annoys me…
I
dislike pennies, my irreplaceable…
Everyone
perceives the love in various form, as well as death… Everyone perceives the
soul in various form, as well as the passion… Making love can no longer silence
the cry of the soul…
Why
I must drag our stories into big genres when there is enough to suffocate you
in small texts?
You
look like a yellow color that suddenly splashes on the blackboard I drew. I do
not see the Sun, do not expect optimistic fantasies from me, my dear!
Yellow
reminds me of the face of TB society… Yellow makes me cold…
I'm
not in looking for the sun, I do not see the sun, my dear…
I
can only see the little hands begging in the corners. I feel cold coins freeze the baby's palms…
I
hate the smell of coin, my dear... The sound of coin make me mad...
Are
those little hands opening towards the rays of the Sun? Tell me, my dear? Tell
a lie that will soothe my despair… Say that all the children are very happy in
this world...
Don't
tell me the Sun cannot see them… Say they don't like the sun actually… My soul
is burning, my soul is hurting…
The
weak life in my anemic hands is not enough to warm all palms. I'm stuck in
Virginia's despair…
All
the rivers are drying up in my world …
All
the stones in my pockets ring in my brain with irony like a penny. All men, all
women, all people laugh at me!
Only
the children are silent … all my pains turns Everest, I couldn`t explain
metakadar to anyone...
I
can't explain the pain of Hamsun's hunger to the world.
Days
before I fit everything I wanted to say into the two cups of black tea. For me,
in fact, you heard the things which I didn`t want to say...
Demon Roars With Laughter
After 101 Years Again
Swallows
are flying from my soul To lands that I do not know...
Taking
my loves, my pain, my regrets ... My pain spreads to foreign cities,
"People"
no longer build cities in my heart… Bums snoozing on torn cardboard
-
Darkness is in all my streets, loneliness is in all my roads ... Cracks in all
my mirrors,
I`m
losing Dear, I know
Your
dislike losers,
You
don`t care of beggars in their mother's arms ... No matter for you the fate of
Chernobyl, Hiroshima ... You never be sensitive seeing a forgotten doll.
Your
past never remain in your throat while eating cherries. The smell of Hermes in
your palms,
Intricate
stains on my soul ...
While
you look at the world as Elon Musk shape, I am reading Javid over and over.
So,
so, so...
Again,
you are not interested in my topics ... You laugh at my troubles again, I know
...
You
know, the lungs of the world are infected with cancer, Became myth the heroism
of the Amazon women
No
woman hums her baby lullabies – Curses take the place of petting
Tales
not excite babies. As we forget,
We
are globalizing,
Radioactive
waste chews our souls. Our brains are full of worldly throws. Few minds
criticize me every day
They
do not say a word about Urmia, they are silent. Green is gradually losing its
essence ...
The
color of the seas turns red. A statue is erected to freedom,
peace
pigeon gets to eat a hundred varieties, becomes a cookie.
My
soul is smoking as coffee in your hand You smile neatly ...
My
sorrows in your republic seem ridiculous, I know, you think a lot of people
should die. As my soul wanders among the dimensions Sorrows drops from my anger,
I
hear
The
moans of Afet
The
smell of Hermes in your palms,
Intricate
stains on my soul ...
While
you look at the world as Elon Musk shape, I am reading Javid over and over.
Heavy
curtains fall on your eyes, global fog while enveloping your soul
Demon
roars with laughter after 101 years again
NARGIS ISMAYILOVA
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