Pa folje

Një trastë plastike...
......................... flauri.

Kartmonedha gjethesh...
..............................varg.

Rrugë,
........qiell i padiellt...
..........................gri.

Shiu...
........një minutë larg.

* * * *

Sa pak fjalë...
................. bardhezi.

Më pak...
............ frymë,
....................gjak në dej.

Oaz!
.....Jetë në shterpësi.

Kudo...
.........diku atje...
......................përtej.

* * * *

Pse kaq zemëratë,
.....................mëri.

Me kaq bukuri...
...................përqark.

Një trastë plastike...
........................flauri.

Një mijë përsiatje...
.......................varg.

S.K.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8_8TJC9E8

Ndoshta një ditë...

Ndoshta një ditë...
.......................malli do të marrë

Njerëz të huaj...
....................të tjera qytete...
.........................................tek shëtit.

Dhimbjet,
...........Vetmia,
....................Romani i parë.

Ndoshta....
...............do t'i mbushin sytë.


* * * *

Vec fshije nga sytë të gjithë vetminë

Atëherë...
............Në mundsh..
...........................Emrin tim përmënd!

Njëmijë thika mbaj mbi shpinë..

Secila...
..........mbart,
...................admiron,
..............................emrin tënd.

S.K.

bazuar në:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enDNaLJSGKY

1 meter square

1 meter square...

in the summer nights..

A crooked table...
...................some chairs...

and a pallid light.


Some pleasant hours there...

and lots of memories.

A little bit of earth..
........................ in the air....

1 meter square...
......................to miss!

S.K.

Write-up

Countless strives with sleep and pain
Countless efforts drained in vain
Countless equations carved on walls
Countless dinners, shopping strolls
Countless smells of burning wire
Countless bets on scoring higher
Countless ends of cigarettes
Countless sorrows, joys, regrets
Countless dreams vanished in vapor
For a single sheet of paper!

Well my friend it's been six years!!!
And I always thought the word countless was too big for that much of time,
but I guess I was wrong!

S.K.

Puna me e bukur ne bote

(ne klase)

- Ç'eshte nje pune
m'e bukur ne bote
dhe mbi te me ska?-
me pyet dikush.
-Shijim i se bukures
vleres s'saj te plote-
i pergjigjem une.
Klasa syte prush....
-Po kjo s'eshte pune-
mermerin nje tjeter.
-E bukura vjen e tretur
n'elemente hutues
shpesh here te tepert
ndonjehere mashtrues.
Dhe per ta shijuar
vleren e vertete,
duhet dekantuar
e te dale ne jete.
Qe aty pastaj
duhet dashuruar.
-Po kur vjen e paster
dhe e perqendruar,
nga tretesat e ndare?
-Atehere kollaj
duhet dashuruar
me shikim te pare.

S.K.

Bagëti e Pabindur

Merrem me bagëti, por nuk jam bari
Nuk mund te jem bari më saktë,
edhe po te dua.
Së pari se ndoshta nuk kam aftësi
Së dyti: Kjo grigjë kurrë s'dëgjoka
ato çka i thua

* * * *

Çmallje, ç'frymëzim, ç'vendlindje ç'humanë
që humanë qenkan gabimisht të lindur
Sa trille, sa tmerre, sa barinj tiranë
që i meriton vetëm bagëtia e pabindur

S.K.

Era e Nënkuptimit

Ti çave dallgët e kujtesës
për në brigjet e harrimit.
Mbi vela dyndet udhëheqës-
-e e thata erë e nënkuptimit.

Një tufë pulëbardhash ndoqën pas
me drojë portretin tënd të dlirë.
Flatrat seç shfrynin me maraz
të pathënën lamtumirë.

Tani
Detëra më të kaltër presin.
Puhiza, fllade më pak stoikë.
Limane më të zhurmshëm tresin
meditimin melankolik.

Por kur ndonjëherë stuhitë
të të shpien prag fundosjes,
do mësosh të qash pa lotë,
të ndjesh aromën e plagosjes

Kjo do të forcojë! Gur!
Kapluar në mllefin e pendimit
që nuk e jetove dot kurrë
të thatën erë të nënkuptimit.

S.K.

Me.. Me... Pa...

Sa drurë...
Sa hije....
Sa hije drurësh varg...

Sa gurë....
Sa milje....
Sa gurë miljesh larg....

S.K.

Overseas III

Mi dhuruan puthjet
Ndjesine e brishte
Gezimin, tiktaket
e zemres bojeprush
Dhe fjalet e embla
Dhe trupat e mishte
Gjithçkane, perveç teje
s'ma fali askush.

S.K.

SUN MEETS MOON

There she lies amidst the dark
Like an embryo with limbs crossed
Her restless heart awaits the spark
That cherishes life and then gets lost

The first beam comes, her fingers crawl
Her arm is stretched and then her hand
The spine and neck together howl
Her golden hair completes the blend

The second beam, she kneels to it
Her body lingers, her eyes upward
She wants to gather every bit
But still afraid she might get hurt

The pelting glow, her lustful skin
Her legs concord the way she sways
Her bosom flames, her eyes in gleam
She leans her wholeness to the rays

In full vigor her body folds
She butterflies in storming bliss
Like gazelles she caprioles
The genial disk is not to miss

Joy prevails as instants sweep
Then the lights suddenly dim
And as her feet begin to creep
Her whole existence shrivels in

S.K.
to Carolin.

Heartbeat

According to a principle in electronics the shorter you last in time, the longer you are in frequency and vice-versa(Fourier Transform).
Now imagine yourself not in time but in frequency domain.
Your whole life would be as short as a walk to your neighbor.
Your childhood would last as a stroll in the park.
A holiday with your family would be like the finals period in a term.
Emotions you experience during a match of your favorite team would be the same time as your school years.
The thrill of a roundabout or a bungee jump would be the same as your adulthood in this life.
A kiss would last a lifetime in the world we live.
And each single strong beat your heart does due to those events would be eternal!
See what i mean?

S.K.

Likeness

The quality pyramid

Quality is like the peak of a pyramid. Sharing it with others is like its floors.
The higher you climb the closer you get to its peak.
The upper you are on floors the smaller the potential area gets for others to share the same floor with you.

S.K.

Seed of love

I’m supposed to love you
when there’s no one
else in the world. But
I don’t!
Years pass and
we lose fertility.
I become graybeard
You crone!
I’m forced to accept the fault
for the extinction
of human race. But
I won’t!
Cos the seed of love
would have been missing
in my child. And that...I
don’t want!

S.K.

Primavera

Tek më vjen me vrull si orë
flokët i flirtojnë flladit
Mbi qerpikë të vënë kurorë
disa tinguj të Einaudit.

Shoh si shkel shkujdesshëm barin
si ndjekin fjetur fjongo fjordesh
Diku tej të ftohtë acarin
dimrit ja ke vënë kortezh.

Me kapronjtë nis e luan
tej ylberit. Tokës shënd
i sjell pa fund, ndërsa mua
një të vetme fjalë ndërmënd.

Atë kur mimozat çelin
Atë që shkund dëborën shpatit
Që ngjall Vivaldin, Botiçelin
në ca tinguj të Einaudit.

S.K.

Kjo ndjesi:

I bën këta sy të fotografojnë
të tuat imazhe një milion
tej qelqit mendueshëm kur vështrojnë
erën që hala bredhash lëmon

(E të mos kenë fuqi të mbajnë
peshën e vështrimit........
................ që nga unë diç kërkon)

Mi bën veshët katër për të kuptuar
mungesën, arsyen e saj (te rëndomtë)
E të dyshojnë kur më je pranë
timbrin e zërit tënd te pazakontë

Më bën pjesëmarrës aktiv bisedash
të gjitha me temë emrin tënd
E të çapitem ne çikje bërrylash,
prekjesh te "shpenguara" që më ngrijnë në vënd

E bën këtë dorë një penë të lypë
Të derdhë në letër vargje një ton
E të mos ketë forcë të shtypë
një varg butonash në telefon!

S.K.

Missed

I cried to see the world
and missed by one sight.
I dreamt to be a bird
but missed by one flight.

I tried to "be with you"
and missed by one third.
I meant to say "I do"
and missed by one word.

I vowed to be good
but missed by one pledge.
Vaulted what I should
and missed by one hedge.

I blew my life goodbye
and missed by one breath.
I had more things to try
but missed by one death.

I knocked on heaven's bliss
but missed by one door.
I wrote more of this
and missed by one "more".

S.K.

Is it really?

Expressing inner emotions to others is it really doing art?
Expressing inner knowledge to others is it really doing teaching?
Expressing inner feelings to others is it really doing romance?
Expressing inner beliefs to others is it really predication?

Well... yes if you express it beautifully !

S.K.

Overseas

You are destined not to speak, yet I still want to listen to what you say.
A mute monologue that escorts my journey overseas.

You are supposed to be invisible, yet I want to at least feel your presence nearby.
A blind gravitas that escorts my journey overseas.

You are intended to last a handful of minutes, yet I still walk an eternity in the dimensions you swing me.
A cripple ephemera that escorts my journey overseas.

You are expected to be repetitive, yet I still want to breathe your stupendous diversity.
An anosmic iteration that escorts my journey overseas.

You are made by the same dismal substance as the others, yet I still feel you sound so different.
A deaf feeling that escorts my journey overseas.

dedicated to a song
S.K.

Overseas II

Late night.
I’m scribbling while you’re playing.
For every tone of yours an automatic short black line follows on the white paper.
Ohh.. if you could see the shapes formed!
There are seas and mountains mixed together.
There is rain and a sky which cries sand.
And there is a rainbow. A rainbow that spreads its colors all over. Green, white, yellow, azure, blue, deep blue, navy, deep blue, blue, azure, yellow, white, green & following in that order.
I pause for a moment and realize it’s not me. It is you who actually do that.
Yes it is you!
So you can draw then, yet you don’t have hands & you can color with minimal black and white.
You said you couldn’t speak too! Remember? But you simply “said” that. And lots lots more.
Now the question is: can you..writeAm.I.still..scribbling??? ...........................................

.....................................................
Oh yes I was!

Dedicated to the same song.
S.K.

DENI KOLA

I more D'ne Drinit.
Te fali gjatesine.
E'ne eres se blinit
Te fal ajo freskine
N'ne more nga ne
Te falem miresine
I'ne ironise
Te fali mprehtesine.

K'ne nga Korabi
Te fali madheshtine
O'ne odes dibrane
Te fali maturine
L'ne more nga Lura
Te fali bukurine
A'ne ta dhuruam
Na fale krenarine!

Everywhere

I was searching for love

everywhere.

You were searching for love

everywhere.

But there can’t be two different

everywheres.

so....

S.K.

elevators

Elevator of trust
has too many doors.
Elevator of hope
has too many floors.
Elevator of love
swings far too much.
Elevator of dreams.
No thing as such.
Elevator of time
is only one-way.
Elevator of mind
will crack one day.
Elevator of life
doesn't climb that high.
Elevator of death!
Still got to try.

S.K.

USED TO THINK

We couldn’t fly
We were lame
And used to think
limit was the sky.

But the plane……

We were slow
We couldn’t reel
And used to think
limit was the feet.

But the wheel……

We couldn’t speak
We were lone
And used to think
limit was the miles.

But the phone……

We couldn’t see
We were blind
And used to think
limit was everything...
.....................
but the Mind.

S.K.

Mos qaj

Diçka rrjedh
nga syri yt.....
Eshte i njom’.
Rreshqet faqes....
Dliresin’
e permbyt.
Rremben ngjyren
manushaqes
Ja dhuron
imazhit tend.
Nderkaq zgjon
dhembsurin’
ne qenien time...
..........................
Diçka rrjedh
nga zemra ime....
Eshte e nxire
Oshetin
neper vena
e gjymtyre
Transmeton
dritherime
e mynxyre
tek shikon
nje fytyre
ne pergjerime
e ne vaj.
Diçka rrjedh
nga goja ime..
.......“Mos qaj”


S.K.

Teorise M.

Ti me lendon gjallimin

Linde nga ne
Tashme...
............alienizuar
Ne horizont
ravijezimi yt
na zgjat doren.
"Eja prind"...
................therret!

Nje sharre utopike
e paradigmes tende te re
perqafon
...........trungun e bestytnive
Rezultati...
.............tallash!

Ti ma perligj mohimin

Ne rrofsha per tet' qare
Parajse!
...........Jam penduar
Ne vdeksha pa te pare
Ne Hiç...
...........se skam jetuar.
E ti ma lendon gjallimin...
.............................nderkaq!

S.K.

exaltation for beauty

My admiration for simple things roots in their canonical beauty.
My admiration for complex things roots in the exaltation I get when I realize them.
Complex things expressed simply bring exaltation for beauty. But it can't be called admiration any more.
Cos exaltation for beauty is simply love!

Dikur te kam dashur

Shkrova diçka edhe per ty
Per ish-fluturen time buzemjalte
Per kohelumturine qe ndame te dy
Per dashurine time te zjarrte

Nga malli qe djeg nuk e kam bere
As ngaqe akoma te dua
Ndonese dogji nje Pompe te tere
Vezuvi perjetesisht u shua

T'i postova rimat ne nje kapilar
''Thellesine e zemres'' shkrova si adrese
Por ti i drynose diku ne sirtar
Pa te lene gjurme as ne kujtese

Po kur dheun e trashe te kem per çarçaf
Sirtari do hapet nga dora e plakur
Ne lendine te zemres do mbije epitaf
Me hi do jete gdhendur ''Dikur te kam dashur''

S.K.

Nje fjale te mire

Tringellima lajkash zgjojne kete zemer.
Ninulla te sharash e vene ne gjume.
Thashethem i lig e therret ne emer.
I prish harmonine! E lendon aq shume!

Shpesh i jam lutur te mos i degjoje.
Fjalet i merr era peshe ata s'kane.
Vertet qe te tere nuk mund te gabojne.
Te gjithe ama, as te sakte nuk jane.

Por ajo loton, gati sa s'pelcet.
Gjak ne arterie, vrer neper bote.
Faj spaskesh njerezia qe pas krahesh flet.
Por une qe kuptokam njerezine se ç'thote!

Iluzion i kote te qenit shpirtgjere.
Ba-miresia, nocion i fashitur.
Kur puna nderton nje kala me rere.
E fjala si dallge ta rrezon papritur.

Dhe kete dhuntine qe kupton te tjere.
Zoti ma dhuroi, zemren po ma prish.
Ne kur ia kerkova iu luta dhjete here.
Per te ma debuar i lutem qind fish.

Pergjigje nga lart lutjes s'i ka mberrire.
E une meditoj, veten time tres.
Se per te degjuar nje fjale te mire.
U dashka doemos te vdes!

S.K.

Romantizem flegmatik

Ne kete poezi
nuk ka trendafila.
Me shume ka poezi
me trendafila
se trendafila ka kjo bote.

As mesazhe romantike
autoresh te vdekur
ketu e 300 vjet me pare.
Çdo fjali me pronar gjetiu
e mbire nga jot goje
eshte gjysme e plote.

S'ka as shpirt e zemer
me tone fallse
te sterthene.
Sa te lehte
te thenin "o shpirt "
dikush ta kete,
aq te lehte
e ka edhe kurre me
mos ta thote.

As gulçime e djerse
per te mos i leshuar doren
dashurise qe percjell
ne trenin e saponisur.
Te tilla perpjekje
mbarojne gjithmone
ne disfate dhe lote.

Nuk ka as perjetesi.
T'i ngjisesh pasionit
fjalen pergjithmone,
si t'i shtosh
sinfonise nje note.

E megjithate,
ne do me pyesje
se per ç'flet valle kjo poezi,
do t'i pergjigjesha
me nje "per ty" te ftohte.

S.K.