AS-Ere You Die

You are like the last chapter of a novel You seem to have solved all enigmas While your soul grovels You put a rose in the very knot of it Cause yo reached integrity by women's logic But think who said this: "What begins in a lie must end in a lie" So you'd better solve that last enigma Before you die... Ayten Suvak ""Dostoevsky

AS-An Old Boy

Old Boys’ Mansion He tackles girls- All the pension’s spent Shoulders heavy with years and roses Enigma’s Gravity of Love- He pays a careless interest a slight headache Spring torrents a fresh leaf in the water A dissipated man love’s lustre’s lost- A dead star Ayten Suvak

AS-I Don't Want Love...

I Don't Want Love More than I can hold Miles never ever to me much told I can't take my eyes off loneliness I say I have a heart of icicles Only myself can make me feel like dancing If you don't know me by now You can leave me anyhow I run run away Before morning has broken Another cloudy day With a sha la la la I put the word love in an essay In full scala... Ayten Suvak

AS-I Sleep On My Ears

With a derisory smile on my lips At the point of tears I curse The petty everyday life Trivial yet vital strifes Having a foreboding of trouble String that strain my heart To the breaking point I'm gazing alternatively At pros and cons of platonic passions Against the vanity and the jealous egocentricty... Ayten Suvak

AS-Terror by Day

A fat tomcat having devoured some small fish- Now a sleeping coil I was sunbathing on the sand. Nearby there was a summer-house surrounded by a small garden in front. Exhausted from the heat, I moved to the stone steps of the garden gate. The coolness restored my senses a bit, but suddenly I began perspirating anew. Not because of the bruling sun above, but because of a reptile undulating alongside the garden wall. Though small it was, the horror it created was great. I was fascinated, and taken aback, but I managed to rush to my towel on the sand... Two points of light- The malevolent gaze of a serpent in the daylight Ayten Suvak

AS-You Raven

You’re like the raven Sure you don’t come from heaven You croak of some ill Deep inside me I feel We’ll separate dancing To the Chattanooga Choo Choo And to the Moonlight Serenade I’ll listen to Enigmas’ Mea Culpa Sipping an acrid lemonade Far away from you in my abyss I’ll begin humming a popular air All the time concocting the most daring snare I’ll show a savage mingling of two tastes fair Two’s a company three’s a crowd I’ll kick the third person aside In three bounds I’d fall upon pride I’ll make you stoop to conquer Before someone other make you A potential prey For a passion darker Darker than the raven... Ayten Suvak

AS-The Broken Tiles

The water leaks the neighbours complain- I live in a broken mug It’s early morning. The sun’s rising in the east. I open the door of my room, then the windows. I let the fresh air in. I feel the soothing effect of water on my cheeks. In the nearby hospital the staff’s having their early breakfast. Cats are still asleep under the bushes. A crow is on top of the pine tree, another one’s crowing on the acacia.. Men and women are preparing their vehicles for the megacity’s traffic jam in that oppressive heat. I start the daily chores after a while. I take the eggplants, zucchinis, domatoes, green peppers and whatever vegetable I can hold of, out of the fridge. I’ll be cooking a summer dish which I call summersolstice. Soon potable water delivery man is going to ring the bell. Oh, there’s a knock at the door already, but he’s carrying no demijohn on his shoulder. “Sorry if I disturb you at that hour, but there’re some drops of water leaking into my bathroom from yours.” A shudder runs down my spine; I watch the articulation of this sentence on my neighbour’s mouth, my eyes wide open. His words bursting out rapidly are stumbling over one another. In my perplexity I can realise that I’m going to play the most desperate housewife till the broken tiles will be mended properly. Cats can be meowing the noise of the drill in my head- I only hear the plumber Ayten Suvak