Fahredin Shehu

When the World went South I touched the Wall, and Gilmour played solo in Berlin- we so admired Pink Floyd. I went North, uplifting self in tune with the unseen …and there was hope and I

Early in the morning two squabs on a window-post cleaned the feathers the wind started to shake boughs of the pears tree and the four unripe fruits were knocking on the glass to open the gates

How many stars were attached to the pillar of the pollen and I stand firm and concrete for the days to come. The beauty is showing the invaluable elegance yet I stand embraced

Have you ever designed? a transparent box to protect my shine, my beauty, my magnetism and my power. Have you ever touched? The skin of an orphan infant And felt his warmness From

The one who drunk of wormwood leafs knows the sweetness of water The one as I who went through the bloody war knows the taste of freedom The one who is ill to him the honey is

I see... All stars assembled- once again they want to bang. In veranda I drink what the father left behind. His desires- my desires on the smoke of my cigarette evaporating shapes- the rotten

Blood cells turned blue… a mass of blue kelp floats, somewhere amidst nine layers of fog; You see no one except the “I”. You see…there’s no one encroached ever, the valleys of green muffin

Hoopoe bird brought a letter. It commenced with the grand name that Ordered my unconditional coming I walked with precipitance. Long was the Caravan, With golden plated burden, Balm, pearls

Opaque feelings again overwhelm the rusty appearance of her beauty she is at large. Despite mean and daggers of hate a second before the attack claims "When the beauty turns

Fahredin Shehu A burden What the air, flame and water could not bear It is hidden in the layers of the rocks And the resin amber lumps keep long Memoirs of the extinguished insects And the

I have time for chirping noises; for the motion of the hot cloud above your head I have time for golden threads of bobbin from the bones of the men skull I have time for the Lhasi

The trustees have been assembled The man, Homo Faber, Homo Gnosticus, The Theurgist Angeloid, Eudemon, Jinni, Angel, Archangel and Seraph A long discussion brought few conclusions The temple

The whispers beneath the pillow stuffed, With the peacock feathers and those of neon goose The dreams I see; Angel in Blue rays came out of your Soul Are pampering my subtle pastel ocher skin;

I use to see your face On the face of the full Moon Salute the falling star Waiting for your message Or even a call to ease my pain Nothing but attack I got I got nothing but wound

The Loom Yet you are my dew in the petal of eternity You\'ve got few strings of mine With their painted threads You’ve set up the net In your loom For the tapestry of your last gammon You

He came naked While encroaching the grass leafs, he Left the footsteps shining emerald in the wet soil The moon was full and the Jupiter Is so close to Earth? Tonight I undress I’m

A shinny day spreads its beams As a bride wait, A dark groom elegant till death She saw the theatre the gallery the plateau of darkness He saw the shop the jewelry the designer’s house of

Instead of tulip, Heavy snowflakes are Whitening the city and, The eyelashes of the beauties With the marbled headscarf The March finds me In the old city Where diverse opinions are

The morning dew Sparkles as broken crystal You approached to kiss it Purified soul you are My beloved Human You endure the burn While I blast My petroglyphs In the deepest layers Of

The hope came in spring, with the smell of open buds, of acacia, in Friday after the noon prayer. The death was desperately seeking, to kiss me between two eyes, where even today the kisses

Oh…time of light The sprinkled mystery by The whiteness of the clouds Then I follow the stream After awakening and bliss

Your heart is my palace where my spirit bears no shade and steps every recess of your celestial realm called freedom