Hırsızlar

Bu şiirimi 19 Ağustos 2001 tarihinde aramızdan ayrılan Anam Nazife Dümen’e adıyorum. Kendisine yapılan ihanetleri, onun duygularından, onun adına bu şiirle dile getirdim. Onurlu anıların yaşatılacaktır sevgili anacığım. Sen rahat ve huzurlu uyu. gözün arkada kalmasın.


                                                                      Hırsızlar

                                                         Yorgunum
                                                                Bir çuval dolusu hırsız
                                                                Bir çuval dolusu
                                                                       Uğursuz hayırsız
                                                                       Sırtımda taşıyorum

                                                           Kamburum ondan
                                                                 Ayaklarımın altında
                                                                       Onbinlerce solucan
                                                                            Onbinlerce can
                                                                                 Vıcık vıcık
                                                                             Yürüyemiyorum

                                                            Dilim damağım
                                                                 Düğüm düğüm boğazım
                                                                                        Kupkuru
                                                                                 Boğuluyorum

                                                         Kumsala vurmuş bir deniz anası
                                                                    Milyonlarca kum
                                                                    Milyonlarca diken batarken etine
                                                                            Nasıl acı çekerse
                                                                                   Öyle yaşıyorum
                                                                                               Ve dünyayı
                                                                               Sırtımda taşıyorum

                                                        Delik çuvallarda san samanları
                                                                   Anam da böyle taşırdı sırtında
                                                                              Bileklerine kadar kararmış elleri
                                                                  Parmaklarının her boğumunda çileleri
                                                                                                                                 ile
                                                                                                    Nereden bilebilirdi
                                                                                                                                   ki

                                                                    Alın teriyle besliyor bu hırsızları
                                                                          Ter ter
                                                                          Soluk soluk
                                                                                         Ve susuz
                                                                                             Ve teni kavruk
                                                                                                 Ve bakışları sönük
                                                                    Gökyüzünden gelecek umuda dönük
                                                                             Tek varlığı
                                                                               Can adağı
                                                                 Damla damla akarken
                                                                 Delik eski çuvaldan
                                                                 Akan canıydı kanıydı durmadan

                                                                  İşte böyle arkadaş
                                                                                             Sen sen
                                                                                                  Sade vatandaş
                                                                                             Gözlerini gökten yere indir
                                                                                                   Ve bu acıları dindir

                                                                            Bir deniz anası gibi
                                                                                Binbir diken batarak tenine
                                                                          Ölmek istemiyorsan pisi pisine
                                                                                            Doğrul ağır ağır
                                                                                                                           Ve
                                                                                        HIRSIZLAR!... diye bağır
                                                                                        Belki o zaman
                                                                                        Sırtımdaki çuvaldan
                                                                           Çürümüş saman gibi
                                                                           Birer birer dökülürler de
                                                                                                    Ben de
                                                       Kamburum düzelmese de
                                                             Rahat bir soluk alırım

                                              Onurlu yaşayacaksan eğer
                                                    Rahat bir soluk
                                                           Akan bunca tere değer

                                                                                  Amma velakin
                                                                                        Sen sustukça
                                                               Soluk almayı bile çok görmüşler bize
                                                                                                        Bir giyotin gibi
                                                                                                              Çökmüşler ensemize.
 
Yazan:

Dr. Haydar Dümen
Nöroloji ve Psikiyatri Uzmanı
(0212) 293 33 10 - 11
 
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