Asya İlyassoy
@Ilyssy
Şu anda okuduğu kitap
" The leaving leaves"
Your eyes were sparkling,
But without colours.
You looked for victory,
With no taste of dignity.
I thought I could bring spring
With my flowers' singing —
"Yellow, purple, white,
My Darling, your gaze, much bright!
Pink, green, red,
My cutie pie, i wouldn't regret!
Black, brown, grey,
My love, the shining ray, just stay! "
– How bad — it won't be that divine
As you were the choice of mine
Yet never been mine.
The rotten leaves and faded flowers
Would be the sign, like the sirens.
How sad — I brought the shades
Into someone's life — such a lame
While I painted myself, clueless
With the sorrow blue' s hues.
" Moonstruck"
Love is moonlight
That its light fades.
If you don't water it,
Like the flowers' fates.
A letter can be enough,
To change our mates.
As fate turns into hate,
With just a letter replaced.
Voices
Being all alone,
Making decisions.
Looking for the answers,
Finding only suspicion.
They say
The answer is right under your nose,
But what you encounter is the force.
The war never shushes;
It happens between the sounds
Inside and outside the head
While crying on the bed.
Fighting is never easy
If you don't know
What the war is for.
Is it really worth it?
Nobody knows
If whoever knows.
Trying to pull yourself together,
It's hard to reget her.
The past is never behind,
The future is never bright.
Yet the colours are vivid
If you truly vow it.
Shut your eyes;
" — Baxın! Müstəqil yaşamaq iddiasında olan bu diri ölüyə və ölü diriyə ki, siz bundan yaşayış iqtidarı gözləyirsiniz! Bunun nə başı başdır ki, özündən və mühitindən xəbəri olsun, nə qolunda bir qüvvəti vardır ki, özünü müdafiə etsin; nə ayağında istiqamət var ki, ayaq üstə dura bilsin! Özünü bir dəfəyə qandırıcının kəmərinə giriftar edən bu millət daima zəncirbənd əsarət olmağa layiqdir!"
I love the stars in your eyes,
And the way they sparkle in my soul's eyes.
I love whispering to your ears
And the way you softly whimper.
I love the way you carry your air
And how flows the strands of your hair.
I love touching your strong hand,
And the way you catch my glance.