Muflih Nurshiyam Poems

My foot rooted here
among the desks and chairs
while my soul flies away
around the kitchen
...

The rockets are marching along
the eastern shore of
mediteranian sea.
tearing the poor bodies
...

at a dark day break
Vincent's soul stunned in my room
as Christine's steps echoing away
swallowed up by the rain.
...

beauty
in the hardness
is it
YOU
...

Lays still a stone
among the scattered window glass broken
brings the winter breeze
spreads a layer of ice
...

A dry river
paints the brain of the children
with a cool fresh swimmingpool
with a dancing fish
...

a busy factory
stands on the bank
floods the stores and streets
with bottles and glasses
...

dancing waves
swallowed the horizon
and the sunrise
disgested 'em
...