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.