Street Lamps

Street Lamps September 10th, 2009

Unfortunately, life is endowed with a blanket,
No need to yell that I am no longer net...
Stars have forgotten to spell my name
Whereas people have withered as the same...
Lurking all along the street to seek fame
Thunders don’t dance, there is no lance
My hands have fallen aside, an empty stance
Look into the eyes of yellow waving only tears
There is a man only laden with fears
I am not the man others can remember
Just delete my breathing, bury me to December
No power left on my feet, ready to surrender
I’m walking under the street lamps
Nothing can be dubbed for me other than tramps
Saw my heart with a sword,
Curve it to only one word
“Endless Loneliness”

Just tell me...

Having long been discussing with the man in the mirror,
I am constantly asking the same question that is tender
“Why on earth do I deserve the heartless and callous manner?”
Every minute stinks into my soul just as the nights surrender
Every clicking sound on the watch heralds only one word-blender
“All has become in vain so far, All is meaningless in that life”
The fate has taken bliss and merry away, cutting just like a knife
How is it possible for my very beloved to tell me I am a big liar,
Even though she knows I am placing her to a point as ever higher?
Songs don’t dance as before in my brain; the words’ casting drains
I cannot get my feelings to commence a novel thing for all gains
How on earth did you manage to blame me for being a thoughtless man,
Although you should have already realized that you are my unique fan?
Is that righteous? Just tell me, just tell me ....
Every point of my body shivers just as the wake water splashes on the sink,
My eyes bleed of your absence, whereas you neglect how your name is written in ink;
Just tell me, therefore, how did you dare to say that Okan is a big liar?

Waiting for you on the judgment of the day

May you gain no benefit from what I have given,
You have massacred the whole beauty in heaven
Though you try a lot for the wounds to enliven,
The beaten aches in my heart got to widen
Every time I breathe, I spell the same sentence
The world’s mood is no more in excellence
The same sentence will follow you in every sense
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you



By Okan Emanet