Self-Destruction
By day, I commit suicide, by night I dig my grave!
In my own destruction, I am intoxicated myself.
With my beloved’s red veil I have wrapped my own neck,
With my own hands I build the trap of my destruction!
And with my mouth I say, I love someone deeply.
Ah, what a strangely bitter taste!
The Occupation of the Masters
While playing marbles, who knew when afternoon turned into evening.
The boy is afraid, if he goes home his mother will scold him!
The mother used to weave dreams, one day her son would study and become disciplined.
To fulfill the masters’ demands, she sacrifices notebooks and pens.
The boy too had strong stubbornness, one day he himself would become history.
Out of fear of his mother, he washed his hands and face and quietly sat to study.
But the moment he picked up the pen,
A bullet from the masters shattered his resolve.
They fear sound, they fear letters appearing on paper!
Because the moment the boy starts writing, masks will fall,
And their illegal occupation, running for ages, will come to an end.
You, Mine
The you that remains after you leave,
That you is my you.
I lost you yet found you,
Somewhere you still remain.
You are found within me.
The you who thinks of no one but me,
The you who has no claimant except me.
Being Mocked
Inside a pair of helpless eyes there were so many words,
You never looked.
In every heartbeat there were countless hidden feelings,
But not once did you feel them!
Even sorrow understood then,
There is no one left to perceive it.
So today sorrow mocks me,
Using your absence as an excuse.
The Rightful Heirs of Disaster
O God, I cannot deny,
Your justice is surely greater than human intellect.
But tell me, O God,
Why are only the poor rightful heirs of all disasters?
Why is it only the poor who tie stones to their stomachs from hunger?
Why is it only the poor who die without treatment?
Why do storms tear down only the poor man’s house?
When floods come, why does only the poor man’s cow float away?
In river erosion, why does only the poor man’s land disappear?
The Tamed Bird
I had a bird too,
It was well tamed.
Saying it wanted to see the sky,
The bird left its nest.
Seeing the sky was a lie,
In truth it chose a new home to be owned.
And I am no less foolish!
Thinking the bird would return, I stand waiting at the door.
Disguise
All my thirst to see you,
All the burning scent of my heart in your absence.
And the clear marks of pain on my face!
Yet I wear a mask of satisfaction,
As if we meet every day.
In disguise I show such a version of myself,
As if you and I have a beautiful home.
As if I am happy with our life together.
A New Person, Forgetting Memories
The smell of my old jacket wrapped around you while walking together.
Your chewing gum stuck beneath the soles of old shoes.
A handkerchief, decorated by your own craft.
A pair of hands,
Your fingerprints between my fingers.
A chest, where your name is written.
Many years will pass,
Memories too will draw their boundary here.
Knowing no new dawn will come, still someone will remain here.
Yet the color of your lips is seen on another shirt’s collar.
Eternal Love
Love, as an emotion, is eternal in the literal sense.
Out of resentment and confusion toward love, I too believed,
Nothing in this world is permanent.
Neither love nor people!
Then I began to think again,
I loved you once.
After that I received so much neglect from you,
I lost you far away.
I learned you were a flower-shaped mistake!
Yet I still feel tenderness for you.
If love were not eternal,
Why do I still feel this for you today?
Worshippers of Self-Interest
Only to secure their own interests,
People make countless promises to appear composed for a moment.
They never think even once,
What they call personal gain,
For someone else is a matter of life and death, of faith!
Crushing a green heart under their feet and turning it into a desert,
Yet they still do not feel guilty.