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Güneşi gördüm, beşiğinde sarı tülbend vardı

Öptüm alnından gerdanı taze har'dı.

“Kün” ile belirdi künyesinde yetimlik

Varlık ekseninde bengisu “Hayy” içimlik

Karaya saplanmış umutların tayfası yorgundu

Sular pas renginde gamlı, hayli durgundu

O beklenen, kuraklığa bereketli yağmurdu

Boşandı katreler sema göğsünden;

Sağılmakla bitmedi mübarek ellerinden…



Ne şom geceler devrildi o devirlerde

Felahsız mahşer gözlendi biçarelerde

Tünek edilmiş zulmün hânesi, öterdi baykuş

Kimin umurunda Nuh'u nebi'nin gemisi batıyormuş!

Güneşi gördüm, beşiğinde sarı tülbend vardı

Öptüm alnından gerdanı taze har'dı.

Yerle yeksan olsun idi teslis vebası

Kabul bekliyordu İsa'nın sûzişli duası

Kalmamıştı âlemde ziya, gündüzler me'yus

Ey vicdanı prangalı devir, sen konuşma sus!

An'a düşecek asırların yangın hasreti

Toplayacak ter-ü taze baharlar yerden gazelleri

Zira nihayet bulacak zîlâl'in feryadı

Bir iksire meftun kainatın dudağı

İnzâli nur ki o ilk ayet;

Amine'nin rahminde rahmetten inayet!

Bozbulanık, gamgüsar, küskün akan hayat

Geliyor işte bir yetim; öksüze kol kanat…

Muştu!

Muştu, ey yerde yürüyen bedbahtlar!

Muştu!

Muştu, ey gökte uçan hür kuşlar!

Muştu!

Muştu, ey suda seyran semekler!

Bakın görün dikiliyor arz'a arş'ı âlâdan direkler!


Zaman kaç asrın yüküyle hamal idi o dem

Teşrifi ile beşeriyet buldu kıdem

Çehresi çöl bir diyar

Gözleri göle tebdil ağlamaktan

Kırbaç kırbaç avazların haşyeti

Avare düşmüş kapı kapı dolaşmaktan

Zelzele koptu İran'da bir kisra

Kaybetti makamını tam o lahza

Ateşler söndü yemen vâdisinin bağrında

Seva desen ketum, çekilen suyun kahrında

Müstakbel mutluluğun nağmesi duyuldu Hira'da

Mavera…

Nur'dan kanatların tebessüm düğünü

Bıraktılar bu bağa solmayacak “SEN” gülü

Ellerin ayası o rayiha ile mest iken

Şah olsa hükümsüzdür gül-i zâr'da diken

Keşkelerin kalkan kadehi bilmem kimin şerefine?

Billahi sokmadık onu canhânemiz mahremine.

Şak eden sinemize yazılan en harlı aşk

Bilmedik bilmeyiz senden gayrı meşk!

Gafil takvimler zaman ve mekan nicedir

Senden öte bilgi aklı sigaya çekmektir

Mâzi ile müstakbel tek bir hecedir

Aşk rahlende talebeyiz o ki muradımız

Sen gibi mısra-i bercesteyi ezber etmektir.



Güneşi gördüm beşiğinde sarı tülbend vardı

Öptüm alnından gerdanı taze har'dı

O gecelerin kasveti defnedildi kefensiz

Yâd edilmezler iz'siz, makber'siz

Fırtınalar azade idi öyle mi

Şeddatların nefesinden mi eserdi?

Dehlize açılan cebbarların dişleri

Kaç candan kaç ton kan emdi!

Adın nakş olunmamışken O'nakkaşdan gönüllere

Zalimler ganimet attı mazlumu terkisine

Cihana vurmak istediler kara mührü

Son düş seferiydi batılın gördüğü

Bir inkılab, bir istikbal dönümü

Berr-ü bahr'da unuttu sen gelince dününü…

Kaderullahda kalem kâkülünü çizmiş

Süreyya sana vurgun, arz delirmiş

Dili tutuk kütük nihan, sana inlemiş

Dağları delen o muhabbeti satvet

Madde madde kopup cüruftan

Ey Şah-ı rasul, kalplerde sen diye cevhere ermiş.

Diller rûşen, tihame'de bayram var

Tebessümün fermanı nâlanı boğar

Güneş veda etse tepeden, ay vefayla doğar

Heyhat!

Bu aşkın üzerine sedd-i duvar örülse

Nureyn olur doğu ve batı, alem gamzene gömülse

Melalin yüzüğü takılınca parmağa

Teşrif eden sensin o kutlu nikaha

Ektiğin tohumlar dönüşünce bahara

Visaline gün sayılan Cennete hasret sensin…


Güneşi gördüm, beşiğinde sarı tülbend vardı

Öptüm alnından, gerdanı taze har'dı…


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Day 7 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Day number 7 here we are, we’re already a week in! Now let’s see what happens when someone exposes a tickle spot in front of a curious android….LET’S DO IT!

TAGGING: @ed-edlee and @google-switchy-red

Have you ever napped in front of a fireplace? If you haven’t, then I seriously recommend it to you because it is a hell of a magical experience. The warmth doesn’t leave you for a few hours after you wake up, and no matter the surface you’re lying on whether it be carpet or wooden flooring, you never wake up with any aches or pains. The magic of fireplaces, you’ve got to love them. Ed Edgar was partaking in the magic currently, stretched out in front of the hearth, close enough to relish in the warmth whilst there was still a safe space between the guarded flames and the cowboy.

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blitzindite  asked:

What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare? with...Sphinxy? (Stooorm I need to find the time to binge your Whumptober stuff, btw. hhh just haven't had the time)

Blue has come out from behind the bookshelves, pointedly sitting on the Host’s paws. He folds his arms and glares. The Host snickers a little, settling his head in Green’s lap.

“The Host dreams to someday free Blue from his bind to the Host.” 

“That is not necessary, we have talked about this-” 

“They have, and the Host’s stance has not changed.” 

Blue doesn’t comment further, but he relaxes a little, turning his head away in fond embarrassment. Green grins, the slightest quirk of his lips.

“The Host’s worst nightmare is the freeing of Darkiplier. However, this will not come to pass. He will be sure of it.” 

No one comments on this, but Green stops his braiding to sooth his hands over the Host’s forehead.  The Sphinx gives a low rumble in thanks. 

lythariwolf  asked:

- Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork? - What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you? - Share the latest entry in your diary/journal. Sphinxy please ^^

“The Host’s appreciation for art has…diminished since the loss of his eyes, but he still finds non-visual art very pleasing. The Host especially likes to listen to Green play the santur.” 

Green glances up from where he’s braiding a bracelet with colored strings and beads. He inclines his head a little and the Host mimics the action, a silent passing of respect to each other. 

“The Host has no specific song he likes more than another, but he finds that particular instrument soothing.” 

The next question has the Host laying his chin on his paws, tail lashing in agitation behind him. Green sets aside his work to sit beside the Sphinx, braiding sections of his mane in gentle solidarity. Blue pops out from behind a nearby bookshelf, eyes narrowed and hands clenched. If looks could burn, the scroll would have burst into flames. 

“….The Host does not wish to speak of that. He has been called many things. Monster is perhaps the most frequent, but it is not something he is unused to.” 

Although he moves on, the Host’s mood does not seem to improve. He turns his head into Green’s body, nuzzling his nose into the golem’s lap. Green doesn’t stop his braiding, although he lifts his arms so the Host’s voice isn’t muffled. 

“The Host keeps neither of these, but he will share his last vision. He Saw the sky go dark and the sands rise into the air, engulfing an oasis, and speeding towards the town. He has already warned Dr. Iplier to alert the town to the sandstorm. It will be a particularly nasty one.”