Por: Nigar Arif
Here is the city,
people break out and leave...
Here are the snows and rains,
washing their footprints...
Even the sun shines in every morning,
Winds blow and sleek
Nothing can remove those ,
Nothing can be changed...
People soak up to its memory
from its pocky face.
They fetch their colors with themselves
keeping the city pale.
Everywhere is dull,
Everything turns to a grey tale.
People rain and rain falls from their eyes
in every single day
And those getting wet in the heart of this city
who can't run away
Humans are raining cats and dogs,
Ambulances revolve like the umbrellas
under the sick drops...
Either the nights or the noons
wobble from their homes.
The whole world tumble from its place
Day by day, week by week
Streets become empty
The roads, cafes see the end.
The shoulders of the heavy shops
are going to bend...
The huge buildings, the small houses
between the city's arms
peeping out with fear at the naked depth
that idles in the villages, travels to the countries
Lonely trees are getting bored
The flowers, birds and meadows
from the dusty feet of this city
missing of the man
May be in their own languages
they even rail
this damn, teasing quarantine.
Now we know, mom
Cities and countries
can also catch the diseases...
What can i say?
everything will be okay.
There are hopes
that draw out till the hair of this city...
There are our dreams putting the hands to its forehead
to check the heat...
May be we found the best treatment, mom,
Love is the best engraftment
as you always said...
Human, taking umbrage at himself,
Have you done a lot of sinning?
What you’ve lost, is just yourself,
Don’t you have things you gained?
Who took you from you?
Where and how forgot you?
Who put his hand on your heart?
Who did comfort you like that?
Who did ruin your life and fate
looking at your "sorry" face?
What did he leave in your eyes,
Like tears dripping from eyes?
Maybe it’s you, and,
you did do it yourself,
you’ve become a pain for yourself?
Maybe you just let your joys
slip through your fingers?
Who’s oppressed by sorrow,
Don't be so sad, cheer up,
grown tired of your way,
walking in your thoughts.
Get back on your way,
Make it up with human.
Shake hands with one,
whom you lost faith in.
Run After Childhood
My eyes slowly drift away from me,
See the things through glasses as grow old.
My feet have got a fast walk, running before me,
‘Cuz they’re in a hurry to reach to my childhood.
My fluffy hair’s looking for its braid-time,
It becomes white and bare like this winter,
Time calls on wrinkles my face and hands
road to road, as I’m bored year by year.
That's how I'm getting older, tale by tale,
My pains turn into small kids like my children,
listening to my stories and fairy-tales,
Don’t even get off my arms and knees.
The old years like the black and white points,
come on and stay in the domino-stones.
I lose each game on purpose to my grandchild,
At my old age – in my “childhood” years.
Your life like an ant was away eaten,
There’s not even one day left for you.
You had the weight of the world
on your shoulders like an elephant
But no one really ever appreciated you.
You skimmed off and cleaned up your life,
But you’d relied on hopes, woman!
You just laughed in silence at your grief,
You’d troubled about your joy, woman?
You’re pinning your hopes on now,
Your land is at the end of its rope.
Woman, maybe we don’t just know:
the land is unwitting, the stone is dark.
The death you walk on the balls of the feet
is your eaten life that waits for you,
It just waits for you in silence as dead.
Who did really cut out my way?
Either the way is chance or I’m green.
I may be the last human on this road,
Maybe I’m just a gravestone of this road.
My dreams looking through the window,
My leg got tangled with my own way;
I don’t know how it looks from that side,
My fate is clapping at my falling.
Or maybe it's not me going on this way,
It’s my road, limped, my road's crawling.
It turns to ground, it changes to stone,
It just follows and blankets with me.
How this way did fall on my fortune?
Maybe it slipped out of my pockets?
Had I trampled on its face and head?
That’s why it is so impudent to me!
Things That I Feel A Desire to Have
If I can keep a thing
that I feel desire to have,
If I take its time, and
can hamper it a bit…
If I can just take a seat
today, in this street.
And can question one by one
my old and old habits…
If I make merry to my heart's content,
with the filled wine glass.
And fall into thinking,
If I have a small dog,
That barks at those
whom I put up with,
Or if a cat scratches
at whom I lost faith in…
if the old years come back
and wake up the sleepy past...
If you are mine again,
If I break the rules
of the love games again,
If we are pig-headed
If I am “as pure as the driven snow”-
as you called me like that.
If I am a little bit younger
And a bit babe in the wood…
The wind, blowing from door to door,
Are you so full knocking at a single door only?
Where are the doors you opened
in the hot summer days?
Where are those who loved you,
invited you to their houses,
calmed with you
when you were breezing?
The wind, blowing from door to door,
where are your friends now,
in the cold days,
when the weather is changed?
Are there many people
who took umbrage at you in this winter?
Don’t wait, the wind,
No one would call you
to come in that door,
No one would look for you anymore.
Who will wish you in this weather?
Go away, my dear, go away,
It’s just that dull street
will remain with you,
It’s just that dried tree you broke
will remain with you!
But don’t worry, the wind,
This winter will pass away, too,
Summer will come back again,
The sun will shine again brightly,
When the weather is warmed,
your friends will also grow up...
When You Left
I used to see the flushed eyes of life
in the geography classes,
I used to see the truths that erupted like volcano,
on which was creeping the lies
under the truth,
I used to see fell down knees
of the highest mountains,
The same wind was blowing in all countries,
The same rain was raining all over the world...
I was a country myself,
Yes, I was...
When I wanted to subdue the country like you
my heart was shaking
like it was an earthquake;
sweet waters were running,
pure springs were running
in the bottom
of the most rocky and barren lands.
I used to see the beautiful faces of the best creatures
in the far-off places...
When you left...
When you left,
I realized that
human being is the biggest iceberg;
he is melting for years
and flowing to dying...
Nigar Arif was born in 1993 on 20th of January in Azerbaijan. She studied at Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University in English faculty in 2010- 2014. Nigar
Arif is the member of World Youth Turkish Writers´s Union and graduated Youth Writers´s school in Azerbaijan State Writers´s Union. Her different poems were published in various newspapers,magazines and websites.
Published on 08.04.2020