the silent prayer🌙

What is it you call home?

The road i am onto, doesn’t seem to end,

the river i became doesn’t seem to stop,

Do they ever return to their source - i wondered,

Then again, why should i?

Should i just pack my things and flow back to the fountain,

or head with the stream, flow down the valleys and overcome mountains.

I guess,

Home is wherever the heart beats the most,

and whenever the smile dries the tears out.

Numb

Sjam ndonji religjioz kush e di se cfar,

Po parajsen kam besu gjithmon..

Asht e tmerrshme,

e cuditshme

Se si njerzit dalldisen tu e pershkrujt ate me or te tana te perhumbun ne rreshta tpakuptimte t’cilave s’ju besojne as veté..

Parajsa asht e thjeshte, mar,

Ma e thjesht sec mendohet,

Ma e bukur sec pershkruhet,

Ma e amel sec trajtohet..

Parajsa asht,

Nji rrugice krejt e heshtun,

E mbulueme me pallton e zez te nates

Ne nji kafene qe rrin hapur deri vone per te dashuruarit,

Se te dashuruarit nuk flejne gjum,

Te ulun ne karrige tvogla prej druni,

E tu pa njani tjetrin thelle ne sy

me heshtje te gjata

e buzqeshje krejt tnatyrshme qe tbajn mos me vra mendjen as edhe per nji cast se e nesermja ca do sjell