you and end by senai demirci

You and End (By Senai Demirci)

Such a bottomless thing is to forget that it even makes those who have forgotten forget what they have forgotten.

What a dolorous thing is being forgotten that no one remembers the cry of he who has been forgotten for his oblivion.

Each of us has been expelled from being forgotten.

We are offended by being forgotten and avoid from forgetting since our face has touched sunlight and reached the sun.

We found ourselves respectable(influence)

But forgetting is under our hand like to live and being forgotten very close to us like death.

Death brings us again to where we came from: being forgotten.
Death buries our face to being forgotten and makes our skin stranger to our acquaintance.

That’s why we don’t remember death while we are alive.

We set fake distances between us and death while we are alive.

The fear of being forgotten is this…..

We forget most that we will be forgotten.

We forget that it is only our Creator that knows our value when everyone forgets us and when we are not even worth being remembered.

You have never forgotten us and never forget. Don’t make us forget mentioning you my Lord.
Remember that soil is slipping under your feet

Your hands touch sunlight and rose for the last time.
Your eyes take the last gaze from the light and you get ready for darkness.
And the closure of your eyelids will take you behind a mountain.
You are preparing to forget and being forgotten.
Your existence will turn to a clatter in thin lips
You will not taste human warmth with those lips, for example.

Your memento will be a mere stone and soil in color of grief.
Your laughter will leave you alone

Happiness will be all right without reckoning you.

They will turn their backs to you.

They will not turn back and look at your face again.

Your smell will be the smell of distance.

Your skin will taste the cold of soil.

And DEATH will come.

Its eyes will be your eyes.

Remember that tomorrow’s sunlight will find you under the bulk of fresh soil.

One day, the hour hand of your clock will turn round to out of your reach.
You will not exist.

The watch on your arm will climb to the times without you.

Even your flower you forgot to water will fade after you.

No sunlight will touch your face.

You fill find the eternal color of your life in a narrow and quiet space.
You will either turn to ash or to a rose.
You will be a thin dimple and become crystal on the cheek of a tomorrowless and infinite day.
Your face will pale.

Your hands will reach nowhere.
Your fingers will point nothing.

And always you will find a gap under your feet.
Do not forget that the soil is slipping under your feet.
You are being drawn to a thin line of judgment as you walk.
Do not forget that you touch death with your hand.
And you are weaving death with your hand.
Remember that your eyes are looking at the death.
And your eyes carry a body to twilight.

Remember that time when you are melting away with deep oblivion under gray soil.
Finally remains only the dark trace of your pen on cold pages.

And your words turn into broken memories.

It is being carried from hand to hand, lip to lip like a wilted rose.

Remember…
Remember that you are a dead poet carrying words and young hearts to new loves.
Remember that you are a father innocent and eternal looking eyes wait at the door ajar.

Your son cannot bring you his cries of “Father!

You are the lover whose warmth of hand is being missed.

Remember…
And remember that you have been demoted to a makeshift line depicted between two numbers on your gravestone.
Your gravestone has been forgotten and let’s say even your gravestone has forgotten you.

And there are all others outside.

Strangers are walking among ruined gravestones.

You are no more the one who is recognized by anyone.

You are not the one who is missed by others.
You are not the one who is waited by others. You are not the one who is cried for after.
You are not the dead belonging to anyone.
Just like it is now. However, how far away you and your end seemed to each other.
Oh Lord , I wish a life as long as a testimony.I wish a death as long as a LA ILAHA ILLALAH.LA ILAHA ILLALLAH (There is no God but Allah)…