NURSEL ARAS

NURSEL

ARAS

Silent Breathing

a river is passing by

with the rain of your silent words

washed power colour

hollow inside me

broken Castle of love sand

then the trees

cat eyes

written on door handles

tales for dead girls

and growing ever growing

long way, long memories

in fact, we had the lamentations of a broken body.

day after day, night after night

nomadic graves extending to the sea

in the midst of the fires

people crying

red scarlet lost his vest

and the lonely loneliness of a city

I am a mountain of ungodly that has blown itself into the waters!

whatever you say, it's a lie

dirty and sticky

rootless like milk teeth

from the purple sky

I'm drawing a hell in my eyes

to be reused as it breaks!

my ungrateful breath

you sign this anger in my heart!

TRANSLATED : MURAT YURDAKUL

Garden Fall And Turn

how many cities did I kill in my eyes

how many cities did I die?

you in one hand, you in one hand, birds of separation!

my path is desolate

dark and slimy cold

as long as the Telegraph

dirty facts didn't end!

cramped brains, collapsed minds

the one that struck a mountain's madness

sad women's hands

the cries of Susan child to the abyss

and in this lake of blood

my father, who was buried in prayer!

standing over the broken bodies

I cried to the clouds:

oyyy the rain that turns into mud

drop before you

I shed tears in the corn fields

one day from the East and the West

a window will grow in the morning

blue Chinese pots in front of you

every pot is a garden clove!

and you

the man I donated in the mouth of the little words!

you'il lie down from the eyelashes you sleep

to the love you lost in the crowd hum!

TRANSLATED : MURAT YURDAKUL

Night And Blind-Midwife

whatever cloud my hand is worth

blood throws up at night

 new zealots on hate list

 women are thirsty for pain like ice sculptures

I'm gonna put my back on a human wall

I say a love song far away

Palestinian children coloring my hair red

which wound blows

no one else, Oy delal

if I turn my face to nemrut

Tigris is fuming

if I go back to dicle

the sorrow of the Euphrates

they're beating my twisted soul on meat boards

the poison that makes me sick

my eyes fire

you're a poet

I took refuge in your matrushka

not caesarean.

hit it with your poem

bury me in the waters of Aras!

TRANSLATED : MURAT YURDAKUL

 NURSEL ARAS

NURSEL ARAS: She was born in Igdir. She completed her education associate degree program at Anadolu University. Crazy boat, Eliz literature, Mavi Ada, life in Bursa, trails, Mr. Magazine, imagination, Town Art, Olympos, life Art, various magazines and newspapers published in the author's novel “Saint” published in 2008 in May 2009, the second in 2012, the third in 2012. it was printed on. In October 2010, a story book entitled “lonely too” was published. She was the winner of the 2011 Rashit Black poetry competition with her" night and blind-midwife " poem. Nursel Aras; International P.E.Member Of The Turkish Association Of Writers. Member Of Turkish Writers Union. Turkish Writers Union Bursa Representative. Member Of The Association Of Scholars. She was co-chair and President of the Bursa summer and Art Association for two terms.