HIDIR IŞIK

HIDIR IŞIK

Feeling Of Rain

are you there?

I was just telling you about the night that was blurry

I've said before, there's a reason for trembling

in your voice, perhaps self-avoidance is a shyness

why do you have to do it before you do it after you do it

as long as the heart blesses an unforgivable sadness?

what is the world, not the home of abandonment;

it's been a long time since you've seen the sarcophagus embossed on your lips

does he still invite you to the faith of a sweaty night?

now I bite my tongue in the blasphemy of separation

let's get this craving, let's get some feeling in the rain

it's true that I tried to kiss without knowing suicide

touch and touch and withdraw now to the memory of senility

I say we meet without waiting for alageyik's hurry

let's kiss the end of life without falling to infinity!

your mouth, oh that last pigeon nest

he's raising the fire that keeps himself up!

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Feel Of Loneliness In My Heart

it was the night of the stain, I jumped out of sleep

like a knife of loneliness

the moonlight was falling on top of the songs

I lit a cigarette, youth was an old image

I watched a singer crash into my voice softly

your smile was a Lemon Tree that was opened to the transference

I've stretched my hands to your hair that reminds me of the night

the words on the table filled with sorrow

I bent over the image inside the image called the mirror

living in a dream

Oh my greatest neglect, my heart, footprints of Solitude

you spell a void in the name of love

it was the night of the stain, he saw the fire, the date on my neck

TRANSLATION : MURAT YURDAKUL

Deleted Perception In Mirror

it's a fall rain with an inconvenient rhythm out there

to the bitter day of broken life

and in the newspapers, morbid cases are listed

the shooting of children stroking the waters of the shadow

mothers whose voices are overflowing from the wells call to Yusuf:

tell me which stone was the age that made hatred sacred!

tell the endless truths,

what was the chemistry of poison that ripped the man out of man?

said Joseph

and it was taken with the fingernails of a late afternoon wind

there were wild birds who didn't know where to put them

when the market seeks children who are telling the world, God!

I'm in the fire, I'm in the letters of madness

the perception that is erased in the mirror

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HIDIR IŞIK

HIDIR IŞIK was born in 1979. He graduated Electrical Engineering. His poetry, essays and stories appeared in literary magazines and books: in 2009 Sen poetry, in 2010 a novel about refugees' hopes, in 2013 the essay “In the heart of emptiness” and “In the metric wound of language” (2013 Ali Rıza poetry award), in 2015 “Resurrection Courtyard” (2015 Attila Ilhan poetry award).