You said, “Good things happen
whether we deserve them or not,”
but I believe good things happen
whether we know they are good or not
sometimes all you can really feel
is what has, for so long, pained you
and when the sun beats down
for some of us
it might as well be dark as night.
The magnificent Bosphorus smiled at me cheerfully
And the dazzling Kiz Külesi stood in the middle of it profoundly
Beyond it, the majestic Topkapi palace allured me in enchantment
Subsiding all my devastation and resentment
While strolling around, a spellbinding building captivated my attention
I found out Sultanahmet Camii was its name
The manifestation of mankind’s intellectuality and outstanding progression
An epitome of splendour that looks ravishing, graceful, and sublime
Istanbul oh Istanbul
The glorious city where mighty civilizations were established
The witness of how victory was prodigiously accomplished
Encapsulated through blood, sweat, and tears
In the pursuit of dignity and peace
Istanbul oh Istanbul
Sparkling beautifully each day and night
Reviving my spirit with felicity and delight
Redeeming the agony and despondences
To abolish all my inflictions and cries
In a fort that we made
in a Sunday haze
made out of blankets and sheets.
So gentle, kind, and tender there,
I do declare
I once mistook you for a sunbeam.
Off in our own little world
chasing after secrets, jailed by secrets that we keep
As I sat, cold and hungry
In the rain, not knowing
If anyone cared,
Pondering, would anybody
Miss me? I was just another
Figure on the list
Tomorrow will be better,
I’d think,
Dark dismal thoughts
Flooded my brain
Not knowing if I’d get
A bed for the night
Or have to face the
Night
Life flashed before
My eyes, could I make it?
Could I?
Now I look back
Wonder how I
Survived.
Autumn will come
Trees will bow down
Layering their colourful leaves
On the ground.
Winter will come
Snowflakes will fall
Covering the city
In a blanket of white.
Spring will come
Flowers will bloom
Filling the hearts of loved ones
With joy.
Summer will come
Swimming pools
Bar-b-ques
Autumn will return
Again
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Do you feel that failure is your enemy?
Make it your best friend
After all, it taught you so many things.
If not then stop dreaming about
Being another Thomas Alva Edison!
My skin the skin
of oil lamps, musty
carpets, a splintered
wooden table with fire engine
paint on it,
set me in the corner
thinking about the proverbial
good old days.