I dreamt of Galip’s dream,
He dreamt of sitting by a blue haired girl on a bus.
I dreamt of what he saw.
He looks at her sitting alone by the window.
He doesn’t wonder why her hair is blue.
He doesn’t ask why is she so beautiful.
He doesn’t wonder why she she alone,
at midnight boarding empty buses.
He sits and looks at her.
And imagines the people who see her everyday.
He looks at her eyes that look at
everything in the world as if she owns it.
That looked at everyone as if they are hers.
He wonders do these people know how fortunate they are
to be at receiving end of her smile.
He knows (as I know) why
she caught his eye.
She looks exactly as she is.
She is something he could never be.
Something I could never be.
Galip and me, both are caught in the storm of her being
And we forget what we are.
And it is bliss.