Poems by Hasije Selishta- Kryeziu (Kosova )

 

 

The Autumn of hair

 

He is closed

In the Autumn

To fly away

Through the roads

The oblivion

To spread the grief

And the name

Autumn

 

It pictures the trace

The sand of the spirit

In longing adulation

And again becomes young

Touches the start

No named freedom

In the Autumn

 

The rhythm implants

The pulse

The Chaos

It pictures out

The view of the Autumn

At random

Oblivion

The Abyss

The start

Of living

 

 

Divine smoking

 

The sky had read

The white letter

Cried over it

Kissed it

Shining with the sun

With the moon

The whiteness

Was not lost

By yellowness

 

There, where the sky kissed it

With pain

No fear

Comes to me

White

Warm

In silence

 

In my body

Is profuse

With no loss

Within the deepness of the longing

Gets wet

From  the sleepless

Smoking

 

Myself and the sky

We are deathless

We cry

Kiss

Pray

 

The divine

White paper

By my side

In the sky

Stands pending

 

 

 An anthem to the sky

 

 A wild fragrance

Flushing

Something of a woman

Tearing

The law of the silence

 

I squash the nightmare

In order to expel the demons

From my body

Thrive to commit suicide

From coldness

Even when I became mad

Perversed

 

The feeling came around

To entertain

The December morning

Singing

The cold Anthem

Of the sky

 

The poorness of dissipation

Is pronounced without pain

Fatigued

And desperation

Of the obelisque in the sky

To approach

And stay loyal

In my corps of ashes.

 

 

I escaped in my skies

 

In the first sky

I’ve seen the ragged hair

It was transported

From a cloud to another one

Then it was flown to the ground

The grey hair folded around the loneliness

Seraphis Bey had touched it in yellow

 

In the second sky

My sins were following me

Unseen

‘Cause the first ray of El Morjes

Was lost

And covered with the ground of sin

 

In the third sky

I was still persecuted

It wanted to fill up you with mystery

Good God

Keep up the eternal virginity

Even to the end to let not shaken

By the smell of the corpse distracted

 

But just like then

To talk plain

Original

 

In the fourth sky

I was left alone

Having no fear of darkness

Wildness

The Moon ready to disappear

 

I came closer to the sky

To feel the free odour

The top of the sky appreciates me

And warns of the return

And the continuation

To the fourth sky…

 

LITERARY MAGAZINE ATUNIS NR.3 – 4 , MAY 2016

A PUBLICATION OF POETICAL GALAXY  “ ATUNIS”