Hanging hopes
Through lost vessels
That wind cannot shake
Nor an earthquake
Bilall Maliqi, an Albanian writer and poet from Serbia, shares his poetry
Bilall Maliqi is a writer, poet and publicist, born in on 08.04.1969 in a village ElezBAli, municipality of Presheva. He writes poetry and prose for children and adults, and also deals with literature critics. He is the author of 44 works: poetry for children, adults, prose for children and adults, journalism and literary critics. Maliqi is a founder and editor in chief of the magazine “Qendresa” which is published in Presheva Valley. Maliqi is honorary president of association of Presheva writers; a member of League of Writers of Kosova; Member of the board “ Atunis” President of “Atunis Lugina” in Presheva.
POSTURE OF A SOUL
POSTURE OF A SOULYou rose the place
At the point
Torn by longing
And came towards me
Towards the hills
Covered by a mountain
Hanging hopes
Through lost vessels
That wind cannot shake
Nor an earthquake
With your head flake
A pride to Drake
Where is my shape
Hit by the Sun
Give me some freshness
A sweated front
You wiped with a towel
Wet with water
Of a boiling creek
My exhausted body
You forced
With a longing hug
***
I WILL DEPART
I will depart atop a carpet of longing
United through time
With a nuance of rainbow colors
To depart slowly
In the point of a large expansion
As songs rise with happiness
Where love is painted
And is loved differently
And to depart in path of blueness
With a numb clouds
To pride as an Eagle’s spear
Without fear
With delight to rise
To be in that doorstep
Just as in the drawing dream
For a free smile
And a marvelous love
***
I CAME TO YOU
(For Idriz Seferi)
Karadaku reveals the drape of memory
To draw the contours of Kaçanik’s gorges
The struggles I found in the history books
Red as (flowers) of Blood, oh Idriz Seferi
I came to you, for bravery inspiration
With sublime deeds of past time
Through the stones crows are singing
Hyenas quietly sucking our blood
Freedom remained a hostage inside sonnets
And bravery migrated and never appeared as before
In the middle of the triangle is solitude
Through our walks we are shadows oh Idriz Seferi
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