CASTLES OF DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES

No castles of dream they,
but castles of nightmares they,
the ones bearing
the burden of cries, sighs of
unheard souls of yore
the ugly, dingy,
dilapidated structures,
like past tenses.
True, castles of dreams
they were once,
once upon a time.
Yes, time,
like a hydra
started to whirl
around it
from day one
first unknowingly
later knowingly
engraving its marks
of silence and melancholy.
But no Istanbul of yore this city
known for its melancholic existence
but the city of dreams this.
Time like a juicer
crushed it, squeezed it
drained it, tasting the juice
and the remnants left -
these centuries old
nightmares stare
at the modern generation,
like a surrealist painting.
Fear me the existence
of the hallowed realities
in the days to come.
Remember, modern castles of
dreams,
time the magician of
all times
has already cast his
eyes upon you
and he is on the go
leaving unseen signs on you
from day one.