Marmaray

A million thoughts in my mind
More crowded than my home town
Istanbul with a golden historic gown
Millions of people in every corner
An awesome disorder
Eight thousand years older than my thoughts
In the relics of the past
Marmaray Project finds the dust of
the time honored rush even in those days
Human minds harbor millions of thoughts
Just like mine while contemplating the Golden Horn
On National Geographics' golden pages...

Ayten Suvak

Noblesse Oblige

Your face in the wine
A bit pale a bit divine
On the holy shrine
You and me half tipsy
Our kisses wry

In the heat of jealousy
I don't know why
I still love you so deeply

I think you're the spy
Always following me
Wherever I go
Till my blood goes dry
I'll drink your wine
So noble so high...

Ayten Suvak

Dreams

When I dream I hear you most
A voice between bariton and bass
Other voices die among them tenors rank high
No matter how they try to be heard
I become deaf when they lie on the stage

When I dream don't yell at me Mr. Tenor
I don't want to hear any more love lies
Copied from the great operas
Just tell them to help to earn your living
As I arrange the cast in my dreams...

Ayten Suvak