To Aylan Kurdi

"The end of the mankind"



I am sorry Aylan
I am so sorry little angel...
This world was meant to be yours
But we took it away from you...
Your innocence diminishes mankind
Diminishes me...

Words of regret
Never eliminate the deed...
Neither there are words
To give a comfort in such a grief
Nor the words to clean our sins...

I just want you to live
Through these thoughts
Written for a memory to be...
I wish I can give you the world
The world that was blooming in your unborn dreams...
Fragrant fruits of your soul
Will remain to live within...

Oh people...
How we dare to call ourselves humans
Once we are born
The world belongs to all of us
But yet...
The embrace some never feel
The freedom some never live
The music of love some never hear...
Aren't we all equally welcomed
In this cruel world
World where life never survives...

Where do you think you are going mankind...?!
Hold your horses..
And don't you pray to any god...
Cause this is all done
By the human hand
And the human mind...

"Blow, blow thou winter wind"
Struck the bells...
Let them toll
Toll the bells toll...
This is the end...
The end of the mankind!

World where life never survives

We are born in a world where life never survives...

why yet we make it harder...
Poor slaves we are
mastered by rules carved in stone of our stupid, limited minds...
Sometimes the most charming words
can't reach the soul...
the soul possessed by nameless power
not willing even to sense...
What is it
who is it
what kind of power
doesn't allow us
to let our senses to get melted...
When there is an innocence in the act
why yet we refuse it...

Love me..or love me not
neither of these you have to say...
but listen to the sound of the feelings..
not yours only...since they may cheat on you...
listen to the sound of my feelings as well...
Then give me the feel back...due to the respect at least...
Take a risk cuz not all the people you know
came into your world to make you any harm...

To accept...
we have to sense and to understand...
Free your senses...
for the life around you...
breath it...touch it...smell it...tickle it...hug it...caress it...
love it....for loved to be...
respect it...for to be loved even more...
hate it as well if you find it reasonable..
but never hurt...
Because...
We are all born in a world where life never survives...

To love is never enough.... for loved to be...

The sun is tickling my face
gently playing with the shadows
How innocent feeling....
smoothly filled with love....

Will I ruin the feeling
trying to describe it using words...
Will there be no feeling of love anymore...
Is that how love is gone...
faded away...
diminished by words...

To capture the feeling
we lose it....
Wrong words....
sometimes used on purpose...
sometimes used by chance...
but yes...
we play..and we trade with emotions...
we seduce...
we throw away...

Oh humans we cruel creatures...
say what you think
or don't think at all...
No, no...don't say a word...
Let me feel the shadows of your soul
playing with my senses...
thoughts will come all alone...
Even though I know I may be wrong...
your thoughts may be more innocent
than the words you use...

To love is never enough....
for loved to be....
love is a passive state of mind...
the wish...the desire...has the power...

Where are you...

Where are you...

your whispers drifting

my eyes can't find you...

Breath of the morning

is gently rolling over my body...

without you...

Fresh breeze tickles memories
I don't wanna lose...

Where are you...

Come
Come turn this breeze

into your warmth caressing me...

Love secrets hidden 

in the air...

I can't face this day...

not without you...

Where are you...

- 5 -

Disorder
streaming
in my head
...
devils are arguing
...
to collect them at a glance
put into my mouth
and swallow

- 4 -

Making wrinkles while smiling
smiling when i don't want to
wishes do not exist
...
indirection

- 3 -

Escape
from everyday
is pushing me into the same
with stronger sense for the pain
...
Each moment
i forget the last thought

- 2 -

Trading
with my emotions
Bad mood
stinks
The price is high
Nobody wants
to pay...

- 1 -

So much intensity...
and the force...
in the contrary...
.........................emptiness

Note to note

Fantasy crosses the rules of the reality
There is no court to judge you on this
But the inner weakness
In front of the impossible