Memento

Here it comes again that time of year that time, when the air I breath, turns weird that time,  when the words I usually use lose their strength, their feel they start to vanish leaving me, leaving me here   That time, when I feel weak, incomplete like I’m missing a limb or another part…

Light breeze

this, precious life of men how frail it is, how fragile, how plain; it breaks, just by a push of wind a vein cut, a missing dream. it shatters,                       and crumbles to the ground,   followed by trains noise the sound of tears or……

Eulogy

I am lost. I really am! The taste of her skin still runs through my lips, and my memories are stuck with her beautiful voice. I stand now in front of her grave. Her grave is closed, her face I can’t see, yet, she still stands in front of me.  I am lost. I really…

To a friend

my friend, when I get old… (if, I have the privilege to get old) I would like to meet you. on a Sunday morning in the cobbled streets of Prizren, or, at the cafeteria in front of the mosque, I would like to meet you. And I would love for you to ask me, “Hi there,…

Torch

Get lost you say? Yeah, that can be done but to survive, what’s your plan? In a world that can’t be seen can’t be touched, and can’t be felt huge enough to swallow me would you dare to tread that place? To go there where i could not far from this place that holds no…

Cursed

How hard is to live and feel, like you have died. To open your eyes each day and see nothing but lies, to go to sleep each night all alone, naked and stripped of your pride how hard is to breath i wonder, how hard is to be alive!