Hayrettin Taylan

– Uluslararası İstanbulensis Şiir Festivali –

Göynümün Filmi

içimde yeşerttiğin gül bahçesinde mavi besteler söyleyen bülbülüm
anı/dolu senli zamanların saatinde muştulu akrebin kıskacıyım
ana/dolu senli güzelliklerin her paftasında gözlerinin şehri
yediverenlerde, yedi makamda, yedi elemde, yedi dilde hasretin
dört iklimde, dört kitapta, dört kapıda, dört gözle beklediğimdin
sardım sarmaladım besledim
ektim, biçtim, savurdum kalan bir taneliğinde kaldım şehrinaz

gözbebeklerinin içinde söz öbeklerim okunuyor
göynümde solmayan gül gibi
gözümde batmayan güneş gibi
dilimde hep dile gelen ve gülen peri gibi
ruhumu dinlendiren en özel şarkı gibi
hasretimi yeşerten betimlenmemiş orman gibi
bu sabah gibi
içtiğim su gibi
sevdiğim yemek gibi
nefes gibi
dahası seni beklemenin dua olduğu gibi
dahası gönlümdeki boşluğu dolduran on sekiz bin alem gibi
dahası ezelden aşina olan ruhlarımızın gülü gibi
dahası dört kitabı her şeyi öğrendiğim bir tek öğrenmediğim aşkın gibi
öyle gibiler dağıyım
öyle ünlemler deniziyim
öyle özlemler rüzgarıyım
öyle kavuşmalar ateşiyim
sanırım, sende değil asıl kendimdeyim şehrinaz

ötelerden m’anaya sarılmış sesler gibi yanımdasın
sessizliğin tüm sessiz harflere sarılan elif gibi en baştasın
kötü bir bölümdü gidişin, daha hikâye yeni başlıyor
daha gecenin masalında muratlar yeni yeşeriyor
hicrandan hicrana giden mecralarım mercana dönüt
gönülden gönlüne kalan ecirlerim hercailare kanıt
sözden güle, gülden dile, dilden şiire kalışım yanıt
helalimin hilali gibi salınıyorsun yolumda
sevda istiklalimin marşı gibi okunuyor seherlerimde

aklımda sürekli ateşlenen kurşun gibisin
gönlümde sürekli yanan mum gibisin
uzağımda sürekli gelen ve gülen gül gibisin
yakınımda emekleyen bir bebek hayali gibisin
sanırım, seni değil beni arıyorum şehrinaz

Hayrettin Taylan

He was born in Elazığ in 1975. A graduate of the Turkish Language and Literature Department. He earned his master’s degree in the field of the Psychology of Literature. He published works in the genres of poetry, short story, narration, novel, essays and research in every aspect of literature. He served as the publishing manager of various magazine and sat on the editorial boards of many magazines. Some of his literary works have been translated into English, French and Persian languages. He has written in a number of newspapers. He assumed the executive positions in various NGO organizations. His works appeared in literary magazines including Türk Dili, Varlık, Yedi İklim, Dil ve Edebiyat, Bir Nokta, Ay Vakti, Türk Edebiyatı, Hece Teferrüç, Aydos, Barbar, Fayrap, İmge, Şiar, and Albatros.

The Movıe Of My Soul

my nightingale singing blue songs in my rose garden I greened inside me
i am the claw of the hour-hand giving good news of memory/filled times with you
mother/land happens to be the beauties with you and the city of your eyes on every plot
longing for you in everblooming, seven maqams, seven pieces of anguish, and in seven languages
in four climates, four holly books, four gates, you were the one to I looked forward
i bundled you up, I fed you
i planted, I harvested, I scattered, I stayed in your only one grain, dear urban spoilt

my phrases are being read inside my pupils
like the unwithering rose in my soul
like the never setting sun in my eyes
like a smiling fairy finding her voice
like a private song calming down my soul
like a forest of which making my longing green was not delineated
like this morning
like the water I drink
like the dish I like
like a breath
even more, waiting for you accounts for praying as it were
even more, eighteen thousand worlds filling the gap inside my soul as it were
even more, the rose of our souls familiar since the beginning of time
even more, four sacred books, all the things I learnt yet I failed in one, which is love
i am the mountain of so they seem
i am the sea of so exclamations as it were
i am the wind of longing as it were
i am the fire of reunions as it were
i guess, I am not in you dear urban spoilt, I am in fact in myself

you are by my side as if the sounds clinging to the meaning from afar
you are in front, like alif hugging all the consonants of silence
your departure was a bad episode, the story is going to start just this moment
wishes are bushing out just now in the tale of the night
feedback coming from my avenues to coral coming from sorrow going to sorrow
my rewards standing in your heart coming from heart is testimony to heart’s-ease
my dwelling in poetry from tongue, from word to rose, from rose to tongue is the response
you are swaying on my road like the crescent of my lawful spouse
it is being read like the march of my love independence at my dawns
you are like a bullet constantly shut in my mind
you are like a constantly burning candle in my heart
you are like a rose keeping on coming from afar and in smile
you are like a dream of a crawling baby staying close to me
i guess, I am not looking for you dear urban spoilt, but myself