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My brother and I 

On my first birthday a doll I got

Brushing and dressing her, I never forgot,

While my brother with planes explored worldwide,

Cars, ships, and trucks listed by his side.

Years passed one by one,

Today he can run the world.

Why can’t I be the one

But stay as a princess made by gold?

I am a strong and independent woman

I can deal with all fears of a man

The hand that swings the cradle

Can put down the riddle!

I played with dolls all my life,

But it taught me to never get played in life!

Cupa e Babagjyshit 

 

I cannot believe it yet,

My favorite one left.

I don’t know what is next

What is left to protect?

 

I started the journey, plan detailed,

Today nothing as I planned.

Broken inside. . .

Smiling outside. . .

 

Missing two words said by heart,

From the voice that melted my heart.

I could see skies in your eyes. . .

Now your eyes watching me above the skies. . .

 

Cupa e babagjyshit brought me smile

It gave me life.

Crying, screaming, lost in time

Apart because of the life’s crime.

 

I’m. . . I’m sorry I couldn’t hold your hand

I’m sorry I didn’t give you the goodnight kiss

Everything got out of my command

Trying to give you bliss.

 

Two souls keeping it on;

Soft rebukes comprehended

Yet you’re a God’s son

And my gloomy smile’s intended

Stranger 

 

It’s sinful to feel a stranger in your own land

Where you laughed and cried

Where you said your first word

Where you discovered the unwanted truths

Where eagles sleep on their favorite nest

 

I forgot the spring’s freshness

How to breath in rough mountains

Memories come and go

And I… I don’t know which one to follow

Had everything in my hand

Now just a hand in a strange land

 

Everything changed: the land, the sky, and I

Oh, did you really forget about me?

No, it can’t be true

I am back home

It’s your little girl

 

Going by the roads

Memories still alive

Thousands of eyes on me cause. . .

Shqipe you know it’s me

But this time for real

And I promise

I’ll breath more of your air

I’ll sing more of your songs