(Bu yaz\u0131n\u0131n okunmas\u0131 yakla\u015f\u0131k olarak iki dakika s\u00fcrmektedir.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bir zamanlar g\u00fcl\u00fcmseyen g\u00f6zlerinde art\u0131k umutsuzlu\u011fun h\u00fczn\u00fc par\u0131ldamaktayd\u0131. Kalbindeki ate\u015f, y\u0131llar boyunca \u00e7i\u011fnenen haklar\u0131 i\u00e7in y\u00fcr\u00fcd\u00fc\u011f\u00fc yollarda kavrulmu\u015f, ruhunu yorgunlukla sar\u0131p sarmalam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Gen\u00e7li\u011finin co\u015fkusu i\u00e7inde, d\u00fcnyay\u0131 de\u011fi\u015ftirecek g\u00fcce sahip oldu\u011funa inan\u0131rd\u0131. Ama zaman, hayat\u0131n ac\u0131mas\u0131z ger\u00e7eklerini g\u00f6sterirken umutsuzlu\u011fun karanl\u0131\u011f\u0131 onun etraf\u0131n\u0131 sard\u0131. \u0130nand\u0131\u011f\u0131 de\u011ferler, adalet ve e\u015fitlik aray\u0131\u015f\u0131, toplumun ta\u015f\u0131d\u0131\u011f\u0131 a\u011f\u0131r \u00f6n yarg\u0131lar ve engellerle kar\u015f\u0131la\u015ft\u0131k\u00e7a yava\u015f\u00e7a soldu. Art\u0131k g\u00f6rd\u00fc\u011f\u00fc her haks\u0131zl\u0131k, onu daha da derinden yaral\u0131yordu. Karamsarl\u0131k, onun en yak\u0131n dostu olmu\u015f, t\u00fcm umutlar\u0131n\u0131 b\u0131rak\u0131p gitmi\u015fti. D\u00fcnya, ona adaleti de\u011fil, ac\u0131y\u0131 sunuyordu. Oysa o, sadece e\u015fitlik arzuluyordu; kimsenin g\u00f6lgesinde kalmadan, kendi varolu\u015funu \u00f6zg\u00fcrce ya\u015famak iste\u011fiyle yan\u0131p tutu\u015fuyordu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Masum ve rengarenk d\u00fc\u015flerle dolu olan kalbi, bu topraklar\u0131n zehrini i\u00e7erek b\u00fcy\u00fcd\u00fc. T\u00fcm renkleri elinden al\u0131nm\u0131\u015f gibi hissediyordu. Oysa ne \u00e7ok severdi pamuk \u015fekerdeki pembeyi, balondaki k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131y\u0131, g\u00f6kku\u015fa\u011f\u0131ndaki moru\u2026\u015eimdi ona yaln\u0131z katran karas\u0131 kalm\u0131\u015ft\u0131.Y\u0131llarca kendini bir \u00e7ocuk gibi, sevgi dolu kollar\u0131n i\u00e7inde hayal ederdi. Ancak ger\u00e7ek hayat\u0131n so\u011fuklu\u011fu, onu hayallerine s\u0131k\u0131 s\u0131k\u0131ya zincirlemi\u015fti. Belki de bu y\u00fczden a\u015fk\u0131 umutsuzca arard\u0131, kim bilir\u2026 Ona de\u011fen her bak\u0131\u015fta, her jestte, k\u0131r\u0131lan kalbini tamir edecek sihirli bir dokunu\u015f arzular gibiydi. O, sevginin s\u0131cak kollar\u0131nda b\u00fcy\u00fcmek yerine \u00e7evresine \u00f6r\u00fclen duvarlar\u0131n ard\u0131na gizlenip sessiz kalm\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Duygular\u0131, y\u0131pranm\u0131\u015f bir \u00e7i\u00e7e\u011fin solgun yapraklar\u0131 gibiydi. Yava\u015f\u00e7a d\u00f6k\u00fclen her yaprak, onun kalbindeki ac\u0131lar\u0131n sembol\u00fcyd\u00fc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ka\u011f\u0131tlarla bulu\u015fturdu\u011fu her hikaye, farkl\u0131 birer kayg\u0131yla s\u00fcregelen bir yolculu\u011fun \u00f6yk\u00fcs\u00fcyd\u00fc. Hayat\u0131n belirsizli\u011fi, i\u00e7inde adeta bir f\u0131rt\u0131na gibi esiyordu. Onun g\u00f6z\u00fcnde hayat, bir labirent gibiydi ve \u00e7\u0131k\u0131\u015f yolunu bulmakta zorlan\u0131yordu. Gelecek, onun i\u00e7in karanl\u0131k bir t\u00fcnelin i\u00e7inde kaybolup gitmeye y\u00fcz tutmu\u015ftu. \u00c7o\u011fu zaman kendi kendilerini t\u00fcm \u00e7\u0131plakl\u0131\u011f\u0131yla anlatan kahramanlar yarat\u0131rd\u0131. Onlar\u0131n i\u00e7 d\u00fcnyalar\u0131na s\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131rken kendi y\u00fcre\u011finin puslu koridorlar\u0131nda kaybolurdu. Yarat\u0131c\u0131l\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n kanatlar\u0131na biner, hayal g\u00fcc\u00fcn\u00fcn u\u00e7u\u015funa kap\u0131l\u0131rd\u0131; ama ger\u00e7ek d\u00fcnyada sevgiyi bulamam\u0131\u015f bir kad\u0131n y\u00fcre\u011finin h\u00fczn\u00fc, her seferinde yaz\u0131lar\u0131na sinerdi. Kelimelerin dans\u0131, onun kendi d\u00fcnyas\u0131na bir ka\u00e7\u0131\u015f yolu gibiydi. Ancak o i\u00e7 d\u00fcnyas\u0131nda kaybolmu\u015f, kendi \u00f6zg\u00fcrl\u00fc\u011f\u00fcne bile hasret kalm\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Y\u0131llard\u0131r s\u00fcrd\u00fcrd\u00fc\u011f\u00fc m\u00fccadelesi boyunca, umutsuzlu\u011funun ard\u0131ndan gizlenmi\u015f umut tohumlar\u0131n\u0131 fark edememi\u015fti. Art\u0131k toprakta kurumu\u015f gibi g\u00f6r\u00fcnse de, onlar h\u00e2l\u00e2 oradayd\u0131 ve sonsuzluk bah\u00e7esinin kap\u0131lar\u0131n\u0131 a\u00e7mak i\u00e7in beklemekteydi. Belki kelimelerin sihirli dokunu\u015fu, bu tohumlar\u0131 yeniden canland\u0131rabilirdi. Belki de i\u00e7indeki s\u00f6zc\u00fcklerin b\u00fcy\u00fcs\u00fcyle, karanl\u0131\u011f\u0131n ortas\u0131nda bile bir \u0131\u015f\u0131k h\u00fczmesi ke\u015ffederdi. Benli\u011fine hapsedilen duygular\u0131n\u0131 k\u00e2\u011f\u0131da d\u00f6ker, kelimelerin dans\u0131n\u0131 izler ve belki de kendi hikayesini yazarken, umudun kanatlar\u0131na dokunup hep hayalini kurdu\u011fu o yere kavu\u015furdu, kim bilir\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yazar: Aleyna Korkmazy\u00fcrek<\/p>\n\n\n\n
G\u00f6rsel Kaynak: https:\/\/twitter.com\/sorrrowfull\/status\/1667969832346681345\/photo\/1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Masum ve rengarenk d\u00fc\u015flerle dolu olan kalbi, bu topraklar\u0131n zehrini i\u00e7erek b\u00fcy\u00fcd\u00fc. T\u00fcm renkleri elinden al\u0131nm\u0131\u015f gibi hissediyordu. Oysa ne \u00e7ok severdi pamuk \u015fekerdeki pembeyi, balondaki k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131y\u0131, g\u00f6kku\u015fa\u011f\u0131ndaki moru\u2026\u015eimdi ona yaln\u0131z katran karas\u0131 kalm\u0131\u015ft\u0131.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":4654,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4,1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n