Today is my birthday, and I am officially twenty-four years old. I started this blog at this age, which makes it very special to me. I’m writing this here because if, one day, my name is spoken everywhere, I will know I have achieved something. I love touching your souls. I will never give up on poetry, literature, and art, and I hope you won’t either because these are what we live for. In a world where hope fades daily, our belief endures through literature. Never lose faith in yourself. I’m so glad you’re here. Stay with poetry.

Bugün benim doğum günüm ve tam anlamıyla yirmi dört yaşımdayım. Bu bloğu bu yaşımda açtım; bu yüzden benim için çok önemli. Buraya bunu yazıyorum, çünkü olur da bir gün adım her yerde anılırsa bir şeyleri başardığımı anlayacağım. Sizlerin ruhuna dokunmayı çok seviyorum. Şiiri, edebiyatı ve sanatı asla bırakmayacağım; umarım siz de bırakmazsınız, çünkü biz bunlar için hayatta kalıyoruz. Günden güne umudu kırılan şu dünyada, inancımız edebiyat sayesinde devam ediyor. Kendinize olan inancınız asla bitmesin. İyi ki varsınız, şiirle kalın.

 it pours out from my words, not from my eyes

this is a loneliness that has been granted to my world.

offended like Oliver Twist 

I look at life as absentmindedly as I keep silent

your truths were stark naked

but what clothes did I sew for you

it is slipping from my soul, not from my hands

I could not count the countless letters I burned inside me.

faint like Oblomov 

I get caught in the traps as much as much as I fall

you did not see

it did not work, it did not match your nights..

FOUR IN THE MORNING

my heart is hoarse, my eyes suddenly open

I have a prayer that wakes me up at four in the morning 

It is such a silent prayer 

only God hears

falling asleep in the place where my sentences, 

which I can not even put a period to, wander.

Who knows which word I gaze upon?

I wonder.

I am giving your name to the hardest rocks

and my most diverse feelings

some parts of me are screaming

as I lose my silence

just as much as your absence

I used to believe that my eyes were filled with happiness, but in reality, it was my perseverance that filled them, leading to the tranquility I experienced while leaning against a tree and waiting.