Poetry is the Act of crystallizing the Fluid of Soul into Word---Poezia është akt i kristalizimit te fluidit shpirtëror në fjalë ©Fahredin Shehu
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Friday, October 01, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
If I was an Alien
Would I approach the human?
To knock in the doors of yesterday, and
Mature before my sweat get icy scale
Catch the plait of visible sky with stars embroidered, and
Appear as a child with the eyes that shows the abundance inside
To touch goose bombs in his heart membrane, and
Pamper the nest of the stars in between two eyebrows
Smell the grape pollen from his eyelashes, and
Offer the goblet full of freshly pressed pomegranate
Hear the sound of his breath, and
Get in the front of his shadow
Absorb the rays of his rainbow aura, and
Sing in unison the universal melody that vibes LOVE
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Primordial "I"
19 layers of textile’s mist have folded the “I”
Watching from the distance
It looks bizarrely captured
We are in exile
With love intoxicated
Humanity shall see the rainbow
We emit from all “I- s”
The primordial “I” emerged amidst the crowd of human
To articulate love
Infra mezzo and ultra visible
With the velocity of the most knowledgeable Angel
The sages named NUN and rejoice the eternity and
A day after
To transfer wisdom for the Thirsty Souls
We are the thirsty souls and
We approach humbly
The icy jet of the eternal spring
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Perkthimi nga Munir Mezyed
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Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Unusual I and The tiny mysteries
The hand of mercy sprinkled
A golden dust over and over
The lips of wisdom spoke silence
The womb of planet bears progeny
A spark of diamond in the dew of my tear
Boiling one
A drop of it to melt the ice cube of your heart
Usual you and usual I
As waterfall from the top of the hill
Lofty unusual I
Stands bewildered and obtuse
An oxymoron
That wants to examine
Here in its lab
Alas Love
And God forbid
We dry out slowly and sure
Homo nuovus has its saying
“Unless you are in love
You have no right to approach the unknown”
The tiny mysteries
He was telling me the mystery of Mispha
And the lingam washed with the milky water
Remained still
I came to a place called knowledge
Got aware of my ignorance
She was telling me the mystery of Delphi
And the white pigeon spoke in vein
From the heaven down to the isle
I came to a place called will
Moved heart- stones and multitude of passion
You were telling me the mystery of Gabriel
And the sounds of tiny bells
Under the myriads of flame rainbow wings
I came to a place called Love
Built my settlement of beloved and
The praying room in the middle
Of the temple
And I stand contrite
For all lost YOU
Monday, July 26, 2010
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