Poetry is the Act of crystallizing the Fluid of Soul into Word---Poezia është akt i kristalizimit te fluidit shpirtëror në fjalë ©Fahredin Shehu
Monday, October 11, 2010
The latent “I”
Spleen was now loaded
Heavily as vineyard full of not harvested grape
I pity the nation that does not press its own grape
All plasmatic beings elegantly approached to burn
The head and the tail of the serpent
The latent “I” buried under the shade of the golden fig and
The drops of the pomegranate’s juice
In vain tempted to cure all wounds of the turbulence “Past”-s and
Aloe, balm and the royal jelly turbulence “Now”-s
While in seclusion yet the latent “I” bears Love
Since it shall write for the upcoming prophet
He writes since he believes in miracle
By each lovely word he utters
The gate opens the “All” may hear heavenly shriek and
The distance shortens
To kiss the epithelium of the heart and
By each word he utters
A prejudice dismantles in one blast
To see the rainbow from the burnt of its particles and
All the black holes queued in the cosmic cord
To make the necklace for Sophia eternal
The bride of the eternal groom
That embraces the Seen the Semi- Seen and the Unseen.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
My wishful thinking…
I fully embrace the lights of all sources
Mixing tears with the blue flame
Abandoning all human fears
Encroaching the grass of all darkest green
Smelling running water at the bank of the Nile
Receipted in the Onyx foyer surrounded by
Unfurled rainbow muslin roll with gold color encrypted
Formulas for Love intoxicated entities
Am I?
Such befuddled to melt as a snowflake
When the sun ray sings its quatrain
And perfume it with the fresh scent
Of angels’ armpit
And all Seraphs laugh in unison
For all lost “I-s”
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
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