Sultan & the nightingale

*Sultan-am, Sun of my day, Peace of my night, My hidden lover My Istanbul, my Bosphorus, my one song, owner of my heart, the day our eyes met, All deserts of the world became rose gardens. All birds, became nightingales. all thorns, petals,  fragrances  became one breath,  one gaze, between us. You, my reason of…

The nightingale and the Rose

~The Nightingale and Rose O beloved, Last night I walked in the rose garden alone, Air was full of your fragrance, I looked everywhere for a sign Of your passing, perhaps a thread of your hair, Or your fingertips, mark at edge of a leaf. Behind the dark garment of night I found a crushed…

Entering my heart

It began with self inquiry Entering the heart's castle. At the gate was a tree with many sparrows, in dance with colourful leaves, Changing winds and forever sunshine. I entered fearfully of what I might discover. There were many doors, rooms and endless corridors. I crossed the battlefields of my heart, bled and shed, it…

Whirling Dervish

Over the years, my heart arrived to a crossroad of happening, birthing this diary, a mystic diary as I have lived, walked, whirled on earth. Everytime I began writing few pages and then asked myself; who is writing? These days, no answer comes. Seems the small self is gone and the true one has no…