SEAGULL SOUNDS AND ISTANBUL

Seagull sounds are heard on the horizon

As if they are missing you

A man in the distance is throwing bread crumbs to them

The seagulls are excitedly gathering their food one by one

Meanwhile, I am sitting on a bench writing a poem

On the shore of the endless sea

Then a bagel seller comes with his stall

Struggling and shouting for his bread money

A moment of silence falls on the sky

The clouds are clearly sad

They begin to shed tears

I turn around

A lot of people

They are rushing about in a panic

Unaware of the beauty by the roadside

The sea is saddened by the invention of the clock

No one even notices it

The silence inside me grows like an avalanche

I can hear my own breath

And the sounds of cars passing behind me

I lie down on this bench where I am sitting alone

I look at the sky

It seems it was brighter before

The clouds, rather than the sun, illuminated Istanbul

And that too is human Tired of its chaos

Now it drenches this city with sadness

Sometimes I feel like walking

Sometimes

Far away… Very far away

Perhaps to a village, perhaps a town,

But to reunite with nature

To meet that radiance