In the factory of fools…..

Excited to see the factory of fools,
that make stools of cool..
On entering from gate,
I saw myself in cage..

Seeing long rows of raws,
that comes from flaws..

The machine of ideas and facts,
making beliefs from skept..

The ideas that are corrupted,
of no truth, of no objectives..
The raw is now in machine,
My heart is now beating with speed..

Seeing all from corner,
beliefs are formed from scanner..
The only feature that they hold (beliefs),
the strong power of hearing,not searching..
The only language that thay understand,
is of corrupted educations, not knowledge..
The only charge that they get,
is just lie, not truth..
The only protection that they have,
is just drops, not scratch..
Seeing all this, with own eyes,
I was ashamed to death..
The packaging that they hold,
is just satisfaction, not proof from mole..

I feel sofocated from all these scenes, and left …

This writing is not on religion, but on the braches that people made.

Message…..

Don’t make your life to be like an offical letter or resume.

Liberate yourself from all of these terms and patterns.

Liberate yourself from these cruel claws of society.

Just focus on yourself.

Beacuse,

You are the only one in yourself.

Find yourself…..

Because you can find ‘You’ only in ‘Yourself’.

Don't make your life to be like black colored,
Because,
It will suck all your Flairs or capabilities.

Take Yourself along with you.

And,

‘Live your only Life’

The Day…..

On the day of a beautiful weather.

The wind come to me, and said;

Give me all your depression,
all your sorrows,
full of grief...
Give me all your fake smiles,
which hurt you,
which torn you apart...
Give me all your passions,
who broke you(not only one time),
who burn you...
Give me all your friends,
who skept you,
who framed you...

Then the Rain arrived, and said;

Give me all your drops,
that make your nose to flow...
Give me all your snow,
that icen your heart...

Then my pen said to me,

Give me all your ink,
that make your voice to be dead...

Then, I said to them;

Take all of these things to me,
Just take him back,
from that valley,
from where no one come back...

Silence…..

Silence…..

I said;

These are the episodes of my death,
Don't take them away,
I am with them
They are not from me...

The Year of my Adulthood…..





The year of my adulthood (starts with the happiness, full of prayers, blessings for whole year, The 1st of january 2021.)

But the evening of that year had changed my whole year, infact my whole life.

The year called as pandemic…

The year of the death of my smile
Tbe year of the death of my voice

The year of the death of my unsolicited life
The year of the death of my girly life
The year of the death of my all hopes and fears
The year of the death of my heart roar
Tbe year of the death of those blessful hands
The year of the death of my prode
The year of the death of my tears

The year which become a life time death for me

The 1st of January…

But, That year gives me alot…

That year give me silence...
That year give me pen instead of my voice...

That year give me a great lesson that Life is temporary.

That year…..

That year…..

SOME……(Some Of My Emotions…)

Sometimes…..

This word ( sometime) start at some place,

At some phase of my life…..

THIS word defines only, some of you, And Some people of you…….

THIS Word (some) start when I’m able to use word,

Firstly, read it as a word,

But, Time and people,

make me able to use this word….

LIKE memories of;

SOMEONE,

At SOMEWHERE,

At SOMETIME,

At SOMEPLACE,

Evokes…..

SOME OF MY EMOTIONS…..

SOME OF MY EMOTIONS….

It’s been 30 days…..

When someone leaves me,

without informing……

30 days of being crying, in heart,

but no tears……

30 days of being seeking someone,

but no eyesight…..

30 days of praying, with my dead voice,

but no words…..

30 days of writing,

but no ink……

THESE 30 days wants to symbolize,

SOME OF MY EMOTIONS……

Seeing someone to be mute,

in front of you, is like a person…..

WHO faint, with no color….

WHO stop, with no plosives…..

WHO breathe, with no sigh….

WHO frame, with no picture…..

THEY wants me to remember,

SOME OF MY EMOTIONS…..

And right now,

I am writing with some energy, in my hand,

And Still…

MY pen wants me to write,

Some of my emotions…

THIS makes my nose to flow,

But,

Still….

MY tears wants me to flow,

SOME OF MY EMOTIONS…..