 My butterfly
I had a dream, was on the edge…
viewing the world from a window ledge.
50 floors high, but all I could see
A massive turmoil, like big black sea…
A cloud of nothing, left me so bemused
There was no way out, I was so confused.
God! I was so scared, I wanted to cry…
Until by my side flew a butterfly…
Ever so beautiful, her eyes full of love,
she looked like an angel, like a God sent dove…
She held me by the hand, and said: I’m here for you.
I promised that I’d always, be there for her too.
She opened my world, and left me thinking
This wasn’t the end but just the beginning.
The world is not so scary now I realise
As long as we’re always by each others side.
I woke up with a smile, and instantly I knew
That in my real world, that butterfly is YOU….
'Untitled'
We made it in the end,
the world is at out feet...
Comunism is down
In one big defeat..
Horizons await us
we have been set free
the future looks bright...
the past history..
But I wil never...
ever forget and never forgive
the men who left us blind
behind the iron curtain....
behind the iron curtain
our freedom they had taken
behind the iron wall...
where we kne nothing at all
no! nothing at all.....
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Crashed down, stamped on
we were mentally abused,
physically reversed
spiritually confused...
Ndjehet Mungesa
Çou bre Daje kqyre lirine
Çou se shpallem pavarsine
E tan jeten per te luftove
zemra m'plas qe smun e gzove.
Çou o bir po thrret Gjakova
Se ket dite ka prit Kosova
E pa ty e trima t'jere
na ka met sofra e mjere.
Bijt a shkins shum u munduen
me tnal driten e me t'pre guhen
Qysh n'Nentor ne 68-ten
hale ne sy, t'paten tan jeten
Shpesh katilat ushtrun dhune
po kurr sta vun mendjen ne gjume
Dhe kur, fizikisht t'brengosen
zemren kurr, smun ta burgosen.
Shpirti jot n'parajse tash prehet
Ne festojme pavarsine
fort mungesa jote ndjehet
Nmesin tone tuj gzu lirine...
Nji buzqeshje po'e coj drejt qiellit
mir e di qe na shikon
coma vec ni rreze t'diellit
du me dit se dhe ti gzon
Kjo Poezi i kushtohet Zenel Sadikut, trim, atdhetar dhe mendje urte | Lindur me 14 qershor te vitit 1983.Ka filluar te shkruaje qe ne moshen adoleshente kryesisht poezi me motive patriotike.Prej vitit 1999 jeton ne Angli, ne Londer.Eshte ne vitin e fundit te studimeve universitare.Studion per Optometry dhe Visual Science(Okulistike dhe shkencat e shikimit). Tropoja ime....
Tka fal zoti shum bukuri
me Shkelzen, Valbone e Dri.
E dallume mbi tetana
bija t'bukra e djem azgana
Je sojnike, o vend' i burrit
je Tropoja e Bajram Currit
Je Tropoja e Mic Sokolit
qe ja coj ethet Stambollit
Ti ke lind trima azgane
Ali Ibra tka pas thirr nane
Ti je nana e clirimtarit
heroi t'kombit Azem Hajdarit
Je e shqueme per zgjuarsi
per folklor e letersi...
Tka zili ty kombi mbar
per bilbilat kengetare
T'ka knu Gzimi e Fatmira
za bilbili moter Fatimja
ra tupani e ciftelia
kcej Skenderi e kcej Delia...
T'shkrujten vepra e shum urata
Brahim Malaj e Besnik Mustafa…
Po si dielli kur n'drit mbi pisha
Ndrit per ty Sali Berisha.
Tan kto tmira qe mi ke
ti sje ven, por je si Fe...
E si n'fe na n'ty besojm
t'japim besen qe do t'nderojm
Dy motra, nji nane
Kish pas shkrujt mir historia
la 2 motra nan Arbnia...
La Kosoven ne Dardani,
per skej detit i thone Shqypni.
Shekujt rradhe kan kalue
bri per bri o tuj jetue
shoqja-shoqes i kan dhan force
me ja nal cenimin bots.
Moter zezat fort u ligshtuen
500 vjet kur u robnuen
500vjet robni prej turki
mohoj gjuhen, e fene na'e zhduki.
Pernon toke meten me'u kryme.
Vec pak kohe sa me mare fryme,
30 vjet, bekim prej Zotit
30 vjet't e Kastriotit....
N'kuvend t'Londres, kta t'pa bese
na e prene Shqipen n'dy pjese
Ja percane eshtnat Arbnise
Dardanine ja dhane Serbise...
100vjet na kan burgue,
me levrit nuk kem guxue.
As me ardh e as me shkue
Pasha besen boll kem durue...
I cojme fjal bijve t'shkins
-Skini vend n'tok t'Dardanise...
Bajaziti e Jashari,
komandant Tahir Sinani,
ja dhuruen jeten LIRISE
UCK-ja djepi trimnise...
Amaneti nuk u harrue
porosia ne vend asht shkue
Dardania LIRI po gzon
motra-motren perqafon....
Gzon Shqipnia, e kan me lot...
Moter zeza a vujte fort?
Kosove moter mem kalxue...
A t'pat mar malli per mue....?
Jo m'pat marr, po m'ka shkrumue
qe 100 vjet jam tuj vajtue
qysh ne koh te Kastriotit
e kam prit diten e sodit.
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