Expect the unexpected, follow the lovers lost in this blog.

A blog to cater your mind,body,and soul as you drink Turkish Coffee. We are proud to present our new storyline called Cafe's search for his "Zahir". Everyday is a new day for the "Cafe" (from Istanbul) & his journey for "Zahir" (from Baku). Don't expect extraordinary drama from the narrator, me. Still, this is a drama (maybe real!), and have better impact on you than watching a soap opera. Guaranteed. There is genuine feelings within inspirational periods. Cross your fingers for this story to end with happy marriage :-) All rights are reserved.

EDIT (01 July 2009) - She is engaged with another man, and I finally made my marriage proposal bringing my family to Baku. The result: She stays engaged and will have her wedding, so called "toy", with that another man.

Rest in peace Ms. Zahir.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Short Poem

You know
I wanted to love you
You were also same
I loved you
You loved me more
I try to understand your passion
You couldn't understand my resistance all 4 years without you
You thought I forgot you
I came back to tell you la vie no possible sans toi

Mi amor
Come, tome, bebe mi amor

You hide behind your land
I was shocked to choose between my land and your land

I can struggle to leave away from my land
I don't want to strive anymore
To leave without you

Sun rises in your land first
I am jealous,
come here, we watch the sunrise together,
I come there, we do the same

Please read and hear my voice
Promise, For-give but don't For-get

Forget me Don't me Forget me Or Get me Forgive me Or Give me Your Hand Would You Be Mary or Sally Or Marry Me

Yes, Saturday 4.39pm in the office, nobody gives me direction to work. As, nobody insists me to marry you. Now we are separate, seems very far away you to see me to see you. Very well, thanks, and you. Smell you feeds my inner struggle. No need to look summer fashion on the street, your smell is on my skin, as I nose my external layer, I feel you. Cannot imagine how I would hold your hand. Yes, I am a lover, I am in love. Don't kiss me, just look at me, don't stare at me, look at me and talk with your eyes, put some smell on me, I miss you. Yes, it is true. Don't be shy, you miss me too. One plus one is two. That is big lie, once you start with one, stay one, become one, live one. You and me, is like your name, Le me y La you. Leave me or Love me. I don't say, I never said that. From the first moment, through the firsts we discussed, I understand you. You if flower to me, me if bee for you. Be my honey, no mosquito suck my blood. I am naive, give your hand. This winter is snowing, would you marry me. This winter is coming, are you with me. This winter is calling, are you home honey. This coziness, blurring my eyes. Come and help me, let's sail somewhere together. No waves, but a sun dawn would be romantic, right. Right, left, I am running. Please wait, and please don't forget.

P.S: I checked from Google Analytics that you so far never visited this wall. I am painting on this wall for you. Come and see, and don't forget. Never, ever. I wonder if you read all these, would you call me. Since I am not allowed to bother you.