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.