Minute 02

 

Minute 02 (by Leyla Kurtoglu)

The never-ending cycle

When I look at my veins considering the blue lilac colour, Feeling the pulse and its indescribable power,

I ask myself what the purpose of life is and what I feel.

What could the creations purpose really be?

My heart is beating,

My lungs are breathing,

But I am restless,

I do not feel free.

What does this life to me?

What does this life to me?

My body is meant to cry,

Meant to laugh,

Meant to feel,

Yes indeed, I am meant to be!

But where and how,

I do not know,

I seek the truth,

Indeed, the state of ignorance is what burdens my soul.

It burdens my soul,

My heart is trapped,

Trapped in a hole,

Is this cruel world meant to be my home?

My soul is captured,

Captured in a continuous cycle,

I feel the bleakness of life,

As in the end I am still going to die.

There is no way out,

No way around,

I do live and I will die,

But where is the purpose of life,

To find out I am to try.

Who gives us life and causes us to death?

It is not us,

This I truly know,

It is the blindness that burdens my soul.

We nourish our bodies,

We work to live our dream,

But what the creation really is,

This question will remain concealed from me.

It feels like a never-ending cycle,

Continuous and repetitive.

The bleakness of life,

It brings my soul to cry!

We cannot see all,

We cannot see what people do,

We do not control the heaven or the earth, And all the things that belong to You.

It is You, who created men from a drop of fluid,

Flowing through their veins,

Finding a way to live,

A way to believe.

We are like an iron wheel,

Circling around,

Asking ourselves,

What the purpose of life could really be…

It is the question that remains in me,

The purpose of life and its irony.

There is this Arabic word that inspires me, It is called dunya.

A place where the heart will never live, Never live to be and feel free.

 

Explanatory Note – Minute 2

This poem covers the theme of life and its purpose. As my feelings considered the scene were diverse, I tried to understand the meaning behind that scene. While listening to its sound and the gears turning around, the question of life came into my mind. The rotating/spinning process of the gears seemed like a never-ending and continuous process, which is the same with human life. As in this film minute, I do sometimes feel trapped in this life while I am trying to get out of this repetitive process. With this poem, I want to convey the message of the never-ending cycle of life and its real purpose.