Kushtrim Thaqi - Painting


truth– but truth was nothing more than what it was decided upon,
nothing more than the shadow of an imaginary shape made of dust
leaving specks of dust for a being made of dust to chase.
and we fell, all of us! – each carrying a rock the size of an ant
screaming and yelling,
“I have it, I have what you all lack!”

Kushtrim Thaqi - Lamp


free to choose:
to stay, to leave,
free to break our necks…
all the beauty, all the strength, all the stress
and passion of every decision
lies in us;
and that’s enough to inspire all poetry on earth.

As Above so Below

Stars! Below, above, on the sides: clouds. Darkness, further behind stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space that lingers, and lingers, and lingers… I remain in the Center. At the same place where you are; Where you sprout, where I sprout, where they became too! I raise my hand. As it vibrates in…