Poems by Karekin Serdar Akbaş
Self-Sustaining without Common Pattern
You don’t have to be under the sun,
If it does not fit you well
You are not a sunflower,
You might be a fish
Swimming in the sea
Without the global time that people use
Just the essence that feeds your personality
Under the deep water
In your private atmosphere
Shot-sheltered drops of water
Whilst there are remaining empty glasses
Or the consequence will be the
Ending up as desert
Or full of broken glasses
No one ever followed you
But you stick to your journey stubbornly
Even though you emphasized
The choices you made
Left a track behind you
Slid over any obstacle
Healed any wound you have
No complaints ever made.
What if ’twas just a recidivism?
Followed their arbitrary ideas
Pawn by pawn
Obeyed it but did not eat its fruit
Protected it but shook the inner welfare
If this repetition were to be true
You would be boasting about
Your visit to the temple of Zeus in Athens.
Most Dangerous Animal of All
Raiding the inhabitance of all
Leaving its aura dull
Killing not to eat
Filling the belly with meat
Have no claws or pointy, nasty teeth
We will all be doomed if no one to heed.
Loyal to you and your field
Thanks for the protection he did
With hay and thin sticks it was filled
Don’t be fooled by the presence of it
The crows it has thrilled
Have eaten already with,
A joy rewarding their wit.
Lament o’ animals
Tiered crocodiles forming the stair step by step
Just to put a smile on face of her
To fulfill unnecessary necessity of her
Slaughtered seals we see
That do not even run away
Awaiting their deaths
Is just the exposed part of the curtain?
Yet you cannot be the stage manager in this universe
Even if you were
You could not direct all the play
Happened in this one.
You are reading this poem
To fill the blank of your life
As it is performing its duty
Like the rest of the world
Closing some gaps that it has to
It shall be the advertisement of the literature
Yet what makes it unique
Is that you can stop reading this
Whenever you want
Still it will be counted as
Done its duty.
The inhabitants of the industrial jungle,
Surrounded by the gray walls rectangled.
Rooted by this routine, entangled.
The ones who refused got mangled,
The rest who bet their lives to gamble,
Culminated as the infinite loop of scandal.
Larded with true knowledge
Girded on the womb as armor to face
The corruption waiting to prey on.
The first claws made his first attempt
Dragged him from his fort
To turn his head to the world
Of reality to make him weep,
And he did succeed in
Making the little warrior cry,
Defeating him in the first battlefront.
Made my first step,
When I was not of an age
To acclimate any place
But to be reborn.
Expectorated by the immense,
Antique, wooden titan.
Like a clam to create a pearl
But instead created a human
That cooled down to shape himself
Analogue to the world we live in.