“Do you love me ivy?

Is the path confusing ? Whatever..

We got used to it, maybe it is lovely saucy

You will say kill it, but it will not die!”


These great lyrics belongs to Turkish singers, composers Mabel Matiz & Sıla. It is ivy . I suggest you to watch this amazing song, even twice or three times. In each listening, you start to feel your soul.. It takes you away from this world, then you step in a peaceful and colorful atmosphere. It smells like Mesopotamia and Anatolia which are cradles of old civilizations. You put yourself into the lover’s shoes in video song.



Do you know the region in which the video song taken ? It is Döşemealtı, Antalya in Turkey. This district turns into a rug field in July ,and known as the northern star of Antalya. The rugs are laid for pastelization of colors on this region which has low humidity and high solar ratio. Firstly, hundreds of hand-woven or machine weaving rugs and carpets are washed in sterile pools, later they wait under sun from one to three months. Afterthat, they are exported to Iran, Afghanistan and Europe as well as Turkey .


Beyond all,these authentic rugs have own their languages in fact. Most of the patterns and colors carry some messages. They are great pieces of human throughout the history. For instance, meanings of some colors:

Blue – trust

Green – prosperity

Red- power

What about patterns? Of course, they’re also full of signs;

Eagle figure – power and force

Earing motif – the message of girls are at the marriage age to their parents 🙂

It’s really silent, soulful and respectful communication. Moreover, ram horns figure represents the woman and man .

It’s the most ancient and common figure . Unfortunately when we turn to today, meaning of objects is getting lost day by day. Whereas, the energy of colors and patterns can change our auras; rather, some recent scientific works agree on their affects to our souls.


To sum up, if I turn to head, the singer lies like a figure of rug in video song.

Maybe, when a lover falls in love , he goes on a journey.. A long journey.. Who knows where it starts and ends? The lover leaves himself/herself under the love sun, because the gleam of it is a unique cure . Catching love is the beginning of this journey, then a bitter parting follows the lovers. In one part of lyric, the lover separates out beloved;

“We’re torn up just like a paper

You have the lines, I’m all the white spaces”

The lover turns into a hand-woven rug which is waiting for being pastel and having a shiny surface under the sun.Furthermore, the love sun gives its colors and patterns to the lovers who are consent of everything coming from love! Shortly, the love makes our souls beautiful even if it ends with an separation.

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No Matter

Here is the world!

It’s a sharp knife cutting our all cords..

When we are born,our navel cords are cut,

We open our eyes to the life with cries!


Here is the world!

It’s a long journey holding us on the roads..

When we set off after birth,

It gives some supplies to the us,one day..

In another day,it takes all of them from us!


It’s such a world that you can lose what you have in just one second,and you may wake up to the morning without your beloved ones..

So,no matter my fellow!

If you have special people in your life,

It’s enough to be glad!

Even if they aren’t here with you at the moment,breathing under the same sky is a great luck! Because,believe me! Distance is no matter for pure hearts!

As mentioned in *Metallica —— Nothing Else Matters* So close no matter how far,couldn’t be much more from the heart*

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The sky is inside of me

My body is my earth,

My eyes open to my world..

My ears hear my chilly winds!

The heaven is hidden in me

My heart is my hope..

My belief opens the gates

My soul listens to endless!

The hell is my mouth

My toungue is my killer

My words eat my secrets!

Yeah my fellow!

I find myself in dilemmas & I feed my blues with my dreams..

* I feel like I am! *

©2018 lhpinhan

The Small Things

Try to look at the ground face sometimes..

I know ..If you are like me and adore to sky,it’s a bit hard.I can understand you how you lose yourself while feeling the wind,watching the sky and getting envy of birds. Because, I am like you,too. Blue is not only a colour but also freedom . It means to breath for me! Anyway, we sould try to see the tiny hidden things living on the ground.


Whenever I see an ant passing by me, I sense of its rush and fear. Then,I catch another world beyond me. The world is that we pass by unconsciously during the day. While waiting for a bus or sitting on edge of a sidewalk ,we can notice miracle ,tiny and silent creatures. Maybe, I like the small yellow flowers blooming next to the pavements because of this reason. They salute the spring cheerfully but in a silent way. They don’t rush for anything ,because they are extremely sure about sun and its loyal rays. The rays are always generous for the things waiting patiently ..


Don’t forget!You don’t need to have a huge body and power to get some light. If you succeed in keeping your hope and belief inside of you, wispy gleam can reach you! As long as you see and realize what you have today ,it means that you are ready for unexpected beauties!

© 2018 lhpinhan

“Through me”

This sound takes me away..


Your winters are longing for springs..

The words hearted by you,will make you fake!



Your lies are whispering your fears..

The sentences written by you,will show the real!



The memories are hugging your dreams..

The past carried by you,will draw the ways!

You know..These broken voices struggle for being visible ..Have a chance to write your hidden sides ..This scream is about your inner words!However,your thoughts are so real that the others can catch;on the other hand,they are secrets to be held only by you!

√Monologue is language of Loneliness

© 2018 lhpinhan

Fast and quiet 

It was an ordinary day and she was rushing to catch the moments as usual..Whenever she was in trouble about breathing,she used to run away routines of life.Unbearable morning works of home;having breakfast,tidying up and waiting for evening without any fresh air!


So,she was keeping weather mood to see the sun.The shining of the sun used to mean calling her to see a bright movie.The movie was short,but an attractive fragment with greenish sea and blue humid sky..Then,she used to keep walking on the seaside to see that film.Each of her steps used to work like a cinematograph and a projector flashing toward to her eyes.After that,a large white curtain would open under her feet.As long as she was getting fast ,the images would be clear..She would start to write the words of her brain in each step!


She would believe that her feet were parts of her brain and movements of her ideas..

Moreover,sidewalks would be papers,reaching up to the endless from the beginning.Also,her little feet used to act a pen dancing on that paper,and she was writing stunning sentences freely!

Writing with feet was like a silent movie,and each step was like a letter written on sidewalks.Maybe ,she was Charlie Chaplin herself in this film..

Fast movements of feet would draw the images and write few effective statements on the black and white stones of brain.Anymore,walking was pushing her to think deeply.As she was walking,she would start to release her poison.By the way,she was breathing easy.She had to think ,so at first had to walk to open her dark and smokey lungs!She wasn’t alone.Her quiet shadows would follow her and underline these words..

To sum up,she was peaceful and happy on those moments.Because,nothing could provide her to breath for a while and find her ideas to bring them to the light!

© 2018  lhpinhan

My dear inner mourning!

How do you manage catching me at the moment of hopeless?

How do you dare to ask unexpected questions to me?

However,I try to run away from words of my brain..I push myself to the reading.Whenever I start to hear these voices coming from my inside,I fear and prefer to forget..Maybe,the reason of this fear is feeling strange,weird and incapable to do anything toward to the unknowns!


What an endless mourning

That is living in me!

Between happiness and grief .

One side of me is always spring

The other side of is behind clouds.

What a nameless mourning

Stranger to me!

Sometimes,suitable to describe

Mostly, it leaves me alone in almost middle of a severe war!

The one thing that I know ,this war is calling me to find real me,and to start everything from the beginning..

Maybe, like a child, I should learn to talk with my inside ,and listen to my heart…


As if living behind bars

With my stubborn hope plants;

Growing inside of me

Surrounding the irons to cover with green

Opening their leaves to the sun!

© 2017 lhpinhan


Sometimes, you need to blow out
After huge waves of life !
Sometimes,. you need to look through windows
Unconsciously..Without any word!
Wordless, but peaceful.. 
Sometimes,you need to take a deep breath
After a long diving into the life!
Sometimes,you need to walk on the seaside
Silently.. Without any voice!
Voiceless,but hopeful…
Sometimes,you need to have loyal one
After boring and tiring monologues!
Sometimes,you expect to be listened
Beyond all questions!
Maybe,not seaside.                                          But next to warm teaside!

© 2017 lhpinhan



Hope is like a rowboad hit the shore,

The shore is ruined and abonded…


Sky is full of clouds embowering the sea,

The sea is wavy and exuberant…


The weather is wet moistening the face,

The face is pale and tired…


We are thirsty for fresh air feeding our lungs,

Our lungs are foggy and breathless…


Life is full of dilemmas leaving us to unknowns,

The unknowns are between hope and dismay..

Anyway, I am not hopeless..Hope is like a permament waiting ..

“We found love in a hopeless place”🎵   

© 2017 lhpinhan

Prime..What an initial time!

It’s the starter of life,passing fast..

Like our youth time.
It’s the prime of music,

Like ‘do note’ leading the rhytm..

Prime..What a moving time!
It’s the getting to the world with birth,

Like a new born baby, screaming out..

Prime..What a fresh of time!
It’s the defence of troops,

Like a brave soldier,standing for guard..

Prime..What a challenging time!
It’s the indicator of real,

Like a teacher,dictating the words “to be told”

Prime..What a realistic time!

     **Live with the feet of time,like dancing with harmonical steps.