The Enchanted Islands of Ada

                                    Istanbul They say to be a poet, y ou have to go to hell and come back. I have been on my way to hell many times.  But, stopped midway, Never  reaching its  fiery center Or perhaps, I did reach a hell. Everyone's hell is different "The hell" is dynamic Different from person to person Its thermostat varying in degrees Your hell may be different from mine And her's different from his Two years ago, I fell in love with Turkish literature With each passing day, I'm captivated. It holds me hostage between its teeth of idioms, metaphors and intrigues. From Poetry notables like Yunus Emre to  comtemporaries like Nâzim Hikmet, Birhan Keskin As, someone who delights in exploring other cultures, history and languages I'm hooked on it for this time. Istanbul Istanbul. Bride of the West and East. One arm in the West, the other clings to the...