​Half of me is strong that no one can defeat me, the other half is weak that anyone can kick me out….

Half of me so genuine anyone can like me, other half is ugly no one can like me…

Half of me is veracious that no one can leave me, other half is crafty nobody can  believe me…

Half of me is innocent, the other half is cruel…

Half of me is credible, other half is ancillary…

Half of me is beyound imagination, other half is confined to the world…

Half of me is rich, other half is poor…

Half of me is noisy, other half is solitude…

Half of me is stable, other half is in crumbs… 

Half of me is clear that anyone can read me, other half is hidden even  nobody can reach me…

half of me is human , other half is satan…

Half of me is Nazan other half is pinky…. 

 I wrote it for myself and for those who easily find difference between good and bad, white and black, and difference between their inner and outer world….

#nazan 

I wrote this about 4 years ago

#memoriesOfWords

For those who want justice

We have dug a lot of graves

we have lost a lot of hopes

your soul is too cold but I felt that you are a spectator

I lost the way of imagination I lost the voice of  inner

you do not understand whatever I said

Because you can’t hear what my inner says

you do’t cried when I lost myself.

I felt my skin too cold and my blood do’t passes to the veins of  my soul

I  hide myself in the darkness of loneliness

You do not understand whatever I said

because you can’t hear voice of your heart

I found many souls in the depth of this sphere

I drunk every tear because I can’t  show it on my face

so you can’t  understand whatever I said.

we hear it like a child we  done it by the fear

The  streams of blood came out by the fear of my tear

my skin is too white  looks like a mirror

but you can’t see yourself  because it is of divine dust

Do not fight with your heart and do’t fight with your mind

because still you are finding a mirror which you lost yourself by your eyes

you crush it you eat it like a devil

you lost a lot ,You can’t stay here now

He is digging another grave  in the depth of your fear

do not look do not hear to the door of  a devils head

search your heart search your soul  in  this darkness little more

Your words are hide in the mist of  every dark night

take them out in the shadow of your heart

you cannot see further graves of your beloved

Stand up like a storm do not stay here little more.

#NAZAN

Silent tears of younger creams

I am trying to write, something which you like

Just hold me tight,

That I write something light

My pen is melting, tearing the paper

Just take me inside, let me show my eyes.

My dreams are floating in tears of my eyes

No matter how I cried?

For getting my rights…..

No shelter no food, for growing creams

How lovely my dreams, they put at their kneels,

The path is too long, for snatching my charms,

How could I sleep, with no soul and peace……..

No proper a place, for pauper and pain,

My life is just bind……with some probing lies………

So how could I write something which you like?

#NAZAN_ThoughtsOfInnerWorld