martes, 26 de junio de 2012

Patience is a tree with a bitter root but sweet fruit....

 

Clouds give birth to tantalizing droplets of rain pacifying the murderous agony of scorching desert sands, rose gives birth to stupendously ravishing fragrance,casting a spell of unconquerable happiness in those lives; deluged with horrendous despair. Sun gives birth to magnificently flamboyant rays, filtering a path of profuse optimism in every space, tottering towards helpless extinction. 



Soil gives birth to rhapsodic fountains of fruit and water, ensuring that none remained disastrously famished; for centuries immemorial.   Ocean gives birth to tantalizingly tangy globules of salt, inundating drab existence with cloudbursts of spice and insurmountable poignancy, stars give birth to an incredulously serene calm; miraculously metamorphosing the complexion of the ghastly night into one shimmering with milky pearls, leaves give birth to exuberantly fluttering breeze, enveloping dreary souls in its ebulliently vociferous
swirl as it merrily whipped by, benevolence gives birth to invincible humanity, incessantly reigning as the supreme leader even as the planet entangled in webs of lechery and salacious malice, truth gives birth to harmonious unity, organisms from all across the unfathomable planet embracing each other irrespective of prejudice caste or creed. 




Honesty gives birth to intransigent conviction, an astronomical within the most feeble of entities to catapult to the pinnacle of ultimate success, perseverance gives birth to glorious rays of newness evolving and achieving even the most inconspicuous of your philanthropic dream as golden perspiration trickled under the sweltering Sun. Love gives birth to indispensably precious survival, the everlasting spirit to celestially exist beyond ones ordinary time and, life gives birth to perennial happiness, an unconquerably sacred joy and bliss that makes each birth, exists in symbiotic synergy with the bountifully divine…




I will stop loving you when a blind painter draws the sound of a rose petal falling on the glass floor of an nonexistent castle.......



Dejare de quererte cuando un pintor ciego pinte el sonido de un petalo de rosa cayendo sobre el suelo de cristal de un castillo que no existe.............



Salkım salkım tan yelleri estiğinde
Mavi patiskaları yırtan gemilerinle
Uzaktan seni düşünür düşünürüm
İstanbul



Binbir direkli Haliç'inde akşamlar
Adalarında bahar Süleymaniye'nde güneş
Ey sen ne güzelsin kavgamızın şehri
İstanbul



Boşuna çekilmedi bunca acılar
Büyük ve sakin Süleymaniye'nle bekle
Parklarınla, köprülerinle, meydanlarınla
Bekle bizi İstanbul



Tophane'nin karanlık sokaklarında
Koyun koyuna yatan çocuklarınla bekle
Bekle zafer şarkılarıyla geçişimizi
İstanbul



Haramilerin saltanatını yıkacağız
Bekle o günler gelsin gelsin İstanbul
Sen bize layıksın bizde sana İstanbul
İstanbul



Boşuna çekilmedi bunca acılar
Büyük ve sakin Süleymaniye'nle bekle
Parklarınla köprülerinle meydanlarınla
Bekle bizi İstanbul..............
Edip Akbayram



Ordeno a  mi llanto silencios y soledad, siento frio, tengo miedo...recorro oscuros caminos....una impaciencia que lame mi espalda, manos temblorosas buscando letras y mi voz tararea en silencio una cancion de dolor....es el latir de mi corazon en un sublime sufrimiento.  Hoy lloro doblada de rodillas, escondiendo mi cara, mas, he de morir en el intento.... hoy mi poesia es larga, llena de melancolia, de sollozos que no se pueden escribir, vivo y muero en los brazos del dolor..........



A veces te añoro, otras te adoro, las demás te necesito, pero siempre te amo, porque siempre estás en mí.......



I know I´ll need you till the stars all burn away................. 



You’re in my thoughts and in my heart, wherever I go! I care more than you’ll ever  know…..




Quien puede hundirse en lo profundo de mis ojos
y nadar en el océano de mi alma
porque si está conmigo,
sus aguas son tranquilas, son mansas ?
TU  !



Quien puede caminar en mis pensamientos
y viajar en mis dulces sueños,
latir en mis adentros igual que mi corazón
y volar en mis alientos ?
TU !



Quien puede vivir en mi
sentir mi sangre, tocar mis entrañas,
acariciarme el alma, ser mis ideas,
mis sentimientos y mis reflejos ?
TU !



Quien puede darme o quitarme la alegría ?
TU... SOLO TU,................

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