From the poem Bitter truthWhile jumpingmaybe fellinstead of mountaininto wellit may happen when keep goingmany experiencestry to tellingobsessing pushes usall to sellaccelerate on the waytoward dellmind in palacebady in cellchoose freely!Paradise or hellserenity startswhen no bellmuch bitter truthwho will tell?In Turkish language expression, they said: The one who says the truth will be kicked out from nine cities, so who will tell the truth.From The poem Me and wallMe and wallare eternal companionsit glances mebutmostly stares intentlywatchfullyI know by hearteach it's stainspotsometimes tempts meto embrace it intimatelybutit is flatI should be flatlike everybodywho wantsthe others change themselvestoward their-esteemsometimesI am through of itso boringso annoyanceI turn awaybutagain on the face of the wallone timeI hurled a cup on itfirst, it hurled me backsome piecesthen we laughedface to facesorenessI felt itit pointed melike Trumpyou, you, youthank youyou are innocentI knewtwo folded boredomFrom the poem To peep throughI had chased bluethe night took from meI chased silentguardians destroyed itheaven giggled at my struggleI am hearingit is rainingI pick pinkish-yellow breezeduring twenty-four hoursloneliness in celldeeply in my imaginationit prevents mefrom an adverse feelingI found a crack in the iron doorto peep throughnothing-shaped-panoramaI want to grill emptinessto become more delicious-likewhen snuffed beyond all myblue-shaped-strivea fain puddle of greenstruts help likeinner colors surroundon all virginitywith endless jollityfor ending mournfulnessanddoomI'll smash all bloomsinto thin patience chimneyto flam sole Jupiter everlasting-greenattitude is in all my mirage auraandpick up the pipes diligentlytrembling of existence gleebydiligently-shaped-willFrom the poem Reborn cubicMy eyes become cubicmy heart becomes cubicwallscementcellingironwallscementceilingironI'll be cubicfor their satisfactionmayI'm pressedto not rollbutI'll be volumeandconceive, pregnantreborn myself cubiccubic wombcubic babycubic lifebutrolling volumeFrom the poem Like Van GhogLike Van Ghogwho cut his earandsent to his loveI want to send youfrom my partthe vitality of Brahmanthe creativity of Billgatethe wealth of VishnuSolomonandZauruswithout strugglefor survivalthe wisdom of SaraswatiBergesenand Raselthe shrine honored AyappaManiand Nightingalethe glory of mother Terezathe persistence of TolstoyMozart and Bramskithe unconditional love of BuddhaJesusand Kazemwonder of childspring supreme happiness of birdswhen they love with each otheron the top of treeson the top of pinesandchirping loudlylovelyand sensitivelyproductivity of earthtranquility of sagesthe radiant nature of leaveswonder beauty of naturelevitation of chelebiperpetually of phoenixallto lead your gridssadnesslazinessto utter joy, bliss,
