Beau Taplin

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Hello, it’s me

Sometimes you want to call your friend. And just want to talk like a waterfall about the things in your head, about everything in your heart… what busies you since ages…

Because you know, this special person is everything you have.
You grap the phone,  you dial the number. 

But everything you manage is to swallow the big lump which would cause you to cry. 

Because You feel…you are

Unnecessary.

Unimportant.

Bagage.

A person who is beared patiently. 

No, your friend didn’t cause those thoughts. It was your demons fault, which are domicile in your head. 
So you keep silent. Maybe forever.

#hati

Human

My unconditional love for a land and for its soldiers made me write this poem… enjoy reading:


I’ll steal two minutes of your precious moment;

Read the story about the truth,

Maybe you ungrateful badasses will change your view!


We are the men

The ones who saw agony

we will tell our story, this is what we live for and die in glory!



In the nights when you lie down in your cuddly bed, in your beautiful night clothes, 

Some of the so called “men” wear their culottes, 

But we wait in front, scared to death: no, we don’t fear to lose life nor money,

We pray Almighty for mercy.

It is the precious life of a comarad 

Who has to face the ugly blade, the enemies blade…

In this never ending war – which is our arcade! 



Don’t cry my proud mother!

I am here for the country given us from father! 

Ready to sacrifice 

Even without thinking twice

Everything what I have

For YOU and my MOTHERLAND…



No cold- no hot.

Only one weather

There is our holy GOD!

In  prayers,

When we stay ready to die, to defend our boarders!



We are hindu, muslim, christ and more

There is nothing what can separate us

We are one, we are a body

Our love for Bharat is the real glory. 



You will never have an idea

How it is being me,

In this war- where is no time for plea…



In earth our families will get the Medaillon of HONOR cause we proofed generosity.

In this world which lost his soul and humanity.

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My life


Mybe I was powerless as Kid,

But now,

I am a self-confident woman.

So darling this means: 

I won’t allow you to enter my world! You will stay outside, you will go to hell; the only place you deserve.

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Dear reader, 

If someone caused you an unbearable pain in your life and like my example a trauma in your childhood, then shot the fucker down! 

He doesn’t have any rights to see you, hearing your words and thoughts or contact you on whatsapp or any social media. BLOCK HIM!

Be strong and set your own rules of happiness! Because you aren’t that helpless kid anymore. 

#hati


My Girl

You think superman is a hero? You don’t know my girl….

Look at her, how tired she is but still smiles to her mummy…. 


she is my real inspiration-my life line. 

She never disappoints me, never betray me or miss to love me back…

In all my 29years, she is the only thing in my life, about I can say “such a masterpiece of mine! “

She walked with me today many tiridng kilometers to hosp, city council and long bus drivings… she sweated, she stumbled, she slept and woke up. Always looking into my eyes, always ready to cheer her anxious mummy who fails to integrate herself in society.

Now this small angel is ready to accompany me to India… 

Every mum loves her child Nisam, but You my baby… you are my only friend. It doesn’t matter if you are three years old, you are smarter then many other persons I know and you understand me. We don’t need words to share our thoughts… you see from my face what I try to tell and you react immediately. Mummy cries right now cause she loves you, too UNCONDITIONALLY….

You are my amendment from God, for my broken life. 

Thank you for your unconditional love.

For accepting me. Accepting me LITERALLY.

I don’t want to die not because I fear death or love the life, but I fear to miss a single moment with you. My precious one. 

So I fight.

In love, your Anne 

#hati

Random clicks 5

Pictures clicked by me randomly…. enjoy

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A man was screaming to a fugitive motor cycle driver;



Wrecking service is eating a small car

In my opinion the ugliest money of the world…
After storm in Istanbul
An angler in Maltepe, Istanbul
Coal
Turkish flag
Cargo ship passing by our ship
Beautiful green in midden of sea

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My random thoughts:

1. I am not too fat, my clothes are just too tight.

2. public officers serves us, we don’t have to praise them like gods!

3. burocraceay in Turkey is like cleaning home while a toddler is present : too much work for nothing

4. My shyness caused me walking 5km to city council instead of traveling by bus.

5. I hate mosquitoes.

6. My expectations from inappropriate people will cause one day a heart attack.

7. MRI first time experienced yesterday; and I literally cried cause felt lonley and scared (I am 29πŸ˜’)

8. I have doubts if it was right decision to plan my trip to India without guide. So difficult everything and feel lonley… too much responsibility on my shoulders.

9. How the hell I am supposed to find indian embassy on Tuesday?!

10. I need a hug…. 

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Forget it

How u can save a broken relationship? 

By noursing it.

There is no other way.

My hindi-teacher was invited by me to german dinner at my home. My teacher was very eager to taste food from Germany and I wanted fill his wish. It is very different then turkish delicacy. 

My mum and I cooked for hours in the kitchen and experimented together. 

We only cooked and enjoyed when we tasted with our fingertips the delicious food … we forgot the differences between us and were for that moment only a normal mummy&daughter duo in all the chaos between steam and pots… when I got tired she cheered me up and offered me coffee; when she felt exhausted I massaged her shoulders… in the end, Rashid-Ji (my teacher) was amazed and thanked mum and me in a very lovely way. 

And I?

I’ve got one of most precious memory with my mum… I’ve created my own happiness with her in our destroyed relationship.

thank you mum.  β€οΈ

#hati



Respect IV

Story 1:

Girl is asking question to a friend of her close friend. Platform is twitter. He is answering occasionally almost rarely. The questions are nothing special, random things about daily life like books, political issues about news etc. She feels ignored and this hurts her proud. When he feels like to answer he talks to her otherwise she is like air for her -invisible.

First she had huge respect for him, his life views, thoughts. She believed she can learn much from him. 

But his behavior made her finally feel disgust. Because no matter how much knowledge you have, if you don’t treat a human respectful then you are a broken glass. Knowledge is water, your character is the glass. And your behavior decides if your glass is solid or broken. 

This person can eat books in galore, but it won’t make him to a wise man. As his glass is broken.

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Dear Reader, 

If you don’t want talk to someone say it clear to the person infront of you. It is completely ok. In return this person has to respect your decision that you don’t want talk to him/her.

But ignoring is something very poor. It creates hope but same time breaks the heart.

Don’t be selfish and speak clear text.

#hati