Poezi nga Iliaz Bobaj TI VJEN PËRHERË… Ti vjen përherë më zgjon kujtesën, ashtu siç më vjen vetëm ti, tek unë qëndron sa duhet ndenjur dhe shkon, që të vish përsëri. Si roja në një vend të shenjtë, unë … Continue reading
Poezi nga Vjollca Koni LARG E AFËR, GJYSMA IME! Sa larg ike pa thënë lamtumirë! Në ç‘ cep të botës ke zënë vënd? Në horizont shikoj përhumbur s’ bëhem dot re mbi qiellin tënd! Një rrebesh shiu freski mbi … Continue reading
Poezi nga Ajet Shala HOMERIT SHQIPTAR (Elegji kushtuar At Gjergj Fishtës) Vargu yt mâllshëm kndon, N`tel t`lahutës dalngadalë Po flakon njaj dielli jonë, N`Shqypni, n`bjeshkë e n`mal Gjëmojnë grykat ke Malcia, Zâni yt si rrfè n`strall Po e ndjen … Continue reading
Poezi nga Anila Erindi Për ty … Mbyll sytë, Të shoh puhizën tënde Fijet e holla të flokut Si fjolla dëbore Mbulojnë të grijtën E syve të mahnitshëm Vetëm një çast Të të shoh Dhe të dal nga… Kjo … Continue reading
Poemas de Jose Nieto Amor Mi dulce amor el mas tierno, sublime pasión… eterno y amado de alma noble deslumbrando pasión. Hermosa flor estrella de esperanza que anida bendito amor, noble ilusión cielo interior. Instante eterno momento a universo … Continue reading
Poezi nga Ermira Mitre PËSHPËRIMË E UNIVERSIT Janari na përkëdhel me dëborë dhe ngricë, toka ndrydhur nën petkun e bardhë të nusërisë, ndërsa fjollat frymore, dridhen në ajrin e mpirë. Po zogjtë vallë a kane fjetur, … Continue reading
Poezi nga Sahit F. Osmani FOTOGRAFIA Mbi kopertinën e fletores së kujtimit Shkëlqen fotografia si drita e diellit Burojnë nga brenda shtegut të syrit Lartësitë dhe hiret e saj të shpirtit (Ndarja qe e papërballueshme, Çast i çastit shkreptimë … Continue reading
Poems by Varsha Saran *** My ink is drying Less imagination Less inspiration Or, due to work load Its denying to scribble I remember those beautiful days When I was roaming in the jungle of words Greenery … Continue reading
Poezi nga Ramiz Kuqi
Ti nuk duhej të ikje kaq herët
Në këtë dimër fjala është ngrirë
Në fjalën time si krushqit e ngrirë
Ti ishe një burrë shpirtbardhë si shpendët
Nëpër qiellin e kuqrremtë
Dashuria e dhimbja qenkan ëndrra
Ëndrra shpresë në na mban të gjallë
Nëpër këto udhe jete ti ishe
Si drita e qiriut që s’di të fiket kurrë
Ti nuk duhej të ikje kaq herët
Pa lindur dielli në pranverë
Pa u mbushur pemët në Raushiq
Që aq shumë e deshe!
Mbrëmë erdhi një ëndërr kohe si kujtim
Nëpër shkronja malli ndjeva dallgët tua
Diellin përcëllues që shtrihej deri në breg
Një portret në librin Degë e ndarë
Muzgun kur ra mbi qiellin durrsak
Syrin mbi një faqe libri harruar nëpër stinë
Që mbrëmë më erdhi papritur në dhomë
Lakuar ishin udhët rëra rënduar mbi supe
Daullet me zurle në vitin 2000
Kur shkela mbi tokën e harruar Shqipëri
Tokë mbuluar me gjemba e kupola cimentoje
Përgjatë kufirit të mbyllur si në kuvli
Mbrëmë më erdhe si kujtim i harruar
Kur e hapa librin
Vargun e dogji një fjalë e gufuar!
Është e rëndë në këto udhë
Pa zogj nëpër qiell
Nata ka hyrë në kështjellën e vet
Bën monolog me veten
Në Jugun tim të sertë
Zihen e përzihen fjalët
Si një litar i pakëputur
Bën sehir a bëjmë ne
Me ëndrrat tona
Është rëndë në këto udhë !
VARGJE TË LIRA
Pa pikë e presje
Që gufojnë nga shpirti
Dalin nga shtrati i dhimbjes
Për një atdhe
Me një plis mbi kokë
Dy buzë vargu
S’i futa në këngë
Pa pikë e presje
Edhe ky frymëzim në mesnatë!
Poema de Silvia Ortiz EL POR QUÉ DE SU MIRADA Se esfumaron de mi boca los por qué de su mirada, los no sé de las mañanas con la nieve, con la nieve se apagaron, los esfuerzos en la … Continue reading
TRIGLLAVI ME PLIS TË BARDHË Nga: Ekrem Ajruli Sot, tek ndiqja lajmet e nduarnduarta në portale elektronike, syri më zuri një videolajm që më ngazëlloi shpirtin. Një djalosh shtathedhur i veshur në tirq, xhamadan e plisin majëkoke, … Continue reading
Poemas de Irene Zarza SERA PECADO No es, ni creo que sea pecado, por estar soñando contigo… saber que tu has llegado es que somos más que amigo. No se si será pecado el soñar, querer, amar o, tener … Continue reading
Respect the difference in a united world living in tolerance
Short story by Diana Skrapari
Their names are Aylin and Omar…
The others names are Boris, Wang and Pedro…
And many others names are Rachid and Elia…
These are the sons of our world, the planet earth, but each one has a heavy burden on the shoulder. They live in a world in which they always have eyes filled with tears.
Aylin left with his family in search of life and died on the Mediterranean coast. He was sleeping peacefully in his white paradise away from the war, far from the climax of despair, far from his native country, Syria, where the children have forgotten to laugh. Up there, he is free to be a child and play for the first time as a child in the field of Paradise.
Omar is alive … but his soul is wounded. His family died in front of his eyes. He is sprayed with dust and blood. He does not say anything, but his heart draws a desperate cry that reaches the sky. This voice will reach God’s ears by saying :
Why I am not entitled to be a child? Why should my body be covered with dust and blood? I do not think it’s time to come to your arms, my Lord?
Boris, he shakes his teeth firmly in his hometown in Siberia. His family was exiled there under Stalin and Boris was born in cooling and frost. He looks at his family and thinks their hearts are frozen by the Siberian cold. How long has passed, but nothing has changed. Russia offers the same decor. Siberia, his family was exiled there; it was cursed to stay there. He dreams of leaving this place, to be somewhere else. He dreams of the sun, he dreams be a child…
But sometimes he feels that his fate is sealed and sits back its wings in the icy Siberia…
Wang was born in Tibet. He does not know either father or mother. They call him Wang, but he knows that his parents have put him another name. He has vague memories of his parents, but his head displayed images of Chinese soldiers who massacred them. He recalled that he was abducted by his mother’s arm that was killed by a Chinese soldier. But he’s alive … They teach him how to kill, how to kill the innocent … They made a terrific soldier! They took everything from him, even his soul was taken, and he is already very ugly…
Pedro was born into a favela in Rio de Janeiro. It was an unwanted child that found in a basket of trash. He saw in his short life misery and sorrow. He is a stray kid, without a family, who has only bitterness and pain in the heart.
He looks at a falling star a night and expresses a wish: I want to be born elsewhere, to live as a human being and to have parents who love me! And his eyes emanate tears of sadness.
They are called Rachid and Elijah. They are the best friends in the world. Rachid is Palestinian and Elia is Israeli. They do not know the war between their people. Elia accompanies Rachid in his prayer and Rachid loves to hear when Elia reads Torah. They live their childhood full of happiness, peace and tolerance. We hope that one day hatred does not blind their eyes and hearts. This world is separated from the differences.
This world rejects all those who are different from the others.
In this world the difference means indifference.
All of these children are suffering because they are different. They are left in their miserable destiny because this world is selfish.
The difference is equal to disbelief.
These children are abandoned, they are condemned by ungrateful eyesight and because they are different from those who do not experience the same suffering.
Difference means hatred.
We hate those who are different from us, who do not have the same religion, color, thoughts, the same beliefs.
Difference is simply division.
Difference means solitude, means isolation.
Open a small window in your hearts and just for a moment think about Aylin, Omar, Boris , Wang, Pedro, Rachid and Elia … Now you feel alive because you have given a meaning to your life, wiping the tears of innocent children all over the world!
Poem by Ayub Khawar When Did You Fathom This Just at a hand’s distance From the pores of the sky Countless stars descend On the mud and concrete roofs, Straw beds and pillows made from slumber Eyes full with … Continue reading
Poemas de Alicia de la Barca Philanthropy Friend of my way! Flower of love, I offer my life, For the good of the other Get out of mine! I came to the world love And not to condemn, Loose … Continue reading
Poems by Membis Godwin
LOVE SONG LYRIC 5
You were not made on a silver bed
Because you worth more than it
You were not born on a golden bed
Because you worth more than it
On your face are two little diamonds
That makes me so so confuse
Like one possessed by a legion demons
How come na only me you choose?
You make me lazier everyday
I sit adoring your beautiful self
You take all the words I should say
Your kisses is a very serious case
While I sleep my heart is awake
Beating relentlessly for you my love
You are breathtaking. My life at stake
I am dying for your love as cute as dove
On your head are black pretty wires
That run down beyond your shoulders
There is one thing that makes the sun shine
Your love sweeter than palm wine
I am glad that you are mine
Nwanyi oma chere afurumginaya!
Oh! My love, as Imo River loves to flow
So I love_ this love that daily grows
Please other men, don’t distract my damsel
Each time you see her, call her my jewel
If we could get closer; we would be younger
If you come with bread; be sure of butter
More of your lips I am dying to kiss
Your smooth body I want to caress.
THE PARADISE IN YOUR EYES II
I appreciate your tenderest smiles
It is a wild-fire burring with emotions
Like a touch in darkness it shines
To the deepest part of my heart
I adore the seductive colors in your eyes
It is an armed soldier of affection
Like a bird it have captured me
Making me so crazy about you feel.
You are the blissfulness of summer
The romantic coldness of winter
You are the dazzling Angel of love
The cute colorful bird of my sky
You are the ecstasy I daily dream
And my paradise lies in your eyes.
Vampires are blood sucking men
That crowned themselves kings
Sitting on the happiness of others
Yes, our fraudulent representatives
Who care for their family and friends
With the fund of we abandoned men
Yes, they are sharp toothed Vampires
Those who violets the right of the poor
Those who fail to give deserved justice
Yes, they are the ugly looking creature
Those who murder our hope in offices
Yes, like the vultures they dine on flesh
And as Vampires they feed on our blood
They take away our sweet serene sleep
Yes, they inject our smiles with tears
They are the Vampires of the state
Decaying our international reputation
With crimes even Devil can’t commit
Who are these dreaded vampires I speak?
Those who devour themselves in Senate
Midnight monsters in our every dream
Yes, in campaign grounds alone they care
Just to gain power and burn us like fire
Vampires, Vampires, yes, Vampires
Vampires that never retire even at death
As their restless ghosts torment our souls.
Poem by Jenayah Hela Tekali Love Is A Thunderstorm Your love is a thunderstorm that crushes and hits my bones. Its rumbling triggers that flash of lightning that speaks to me. Now, its heavy rain knocks the core of … Continue reading
Pse e shkrova librin “ARKIVAT SHQIPTARE” Unë kam patur fatin dhe privilegjin e madh të isha për tre vite në krye të Arkivave të Shtetit Shqiptar. E quaj fat, pasi Arkivat e Shtetit janë institucioni më unik nëpërmjet të cilit … Continue reading
Poem by Hajer Smadah Nuanced colours That work of art I adore Depicts the many colours when life is sore Though at one abrupt glance I could discern what lies beyond It’s beauty in its full incarnation Cheerfulness and … Continue reading
Poem by Jamil Abu Sbaih The Narrative of the Night Train In the night train the train rushing like a fast tortoise from the farthest south after eight in the evening to the farthest north where windows are without … Continue reading
Poezi nga Elida Rusta *** Ndër afshe avujsh ndërtue me prush t’ ruej ty… Me ngjyrë malli firmos akujt ethet i fshij me mangë dashnie. Një gllenjkë nga gjiri yt A t’ kujtohet Kosovë, kur në shekullin e … Continue reading