Light breeze

This, precious life of man
how frail it is
how fragile, how plain;
It breaks, just by a little push of wind
a vein cut, or a missing dream!    
It shatters,                      
and falls to the ground  
followed by trains noise,
the sound of tears
or…
gunpowder lipstick, around your lips!   



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/03/25/light-breeze-2/

Holy Motors

Yes, yes, yes,
30 minutes are enough, I guess,
to take off this mask,
to take off these colors
with which,
I have covered my face
and painted myself
30 minutes will do, I guess!

Yes, 30 minutes are enough,
to recall what has passed,
to remember how you looked
how you smelled,
to remember the times
that I kept you high
when you were to tired to rest
yes, 30 minutes are enough, I guess!

Yes, 30 minutes will do,
so take my hand and lead me
there, where you were you
and I was me
each time I looked at you
yes, 30 minutes will do
to glare, to stare at you
before I forgot me, and you forgot you!

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/03/25/holy-motors/

Care

When was the last time she smiled?
These words run through my head
like water runs through
the mountains;
Free, and uncontrollable!
Cutting and corroding 
every thought of mine in it’s wake,
leaving me no time to breath, think
or even live, 
even if for another day.


http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/30/care/

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 our town
or, at the cafeteria
that’s in front of the mosque,
i would like to meet you.
And i would love
for you to ask me,
“Hi there, old friend,
How have you been?”
Even if my memory betrays me
and i forget 
who you have been;
Even if i’m lost
in that vague space
of my empty mind;
I would love,
for you to stop me
and ask,
“Hi there, old friend…
How have you been?”




http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/22/to-a-friend/

F U

Fuck it,
I don’t want your idea of love;
Not the one you know
not the one you show
and definitely not
the one you have been told.

Fuck it,
I don’t want your dried out tears
your half baked smile
your judgmental face
and definitely not,
your smoldering teeth.

Fuck it,
I don’t want to be cool
act cool
or just be awesome sick!
I want more than this.
I crave more than this.
And I insanely need now
way more,
than this world can give.

Fuck it,

and fuck you

while I’m at it.

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/19/f-u/

Muse

You hair is winter fire
January embers,
the smell of unborn petals
you are a breathtaker

The wind of February
that chill touch
you are the blizzard
that has frozen my heart

You seem like a flower
in blooming phase
my allergy,
i am weak at your grace

The hot breeze of June
that’s what you are
just one touch of yours
and scorched, i fall

The autumn sadness
those rainy days
that’s what comes to my mind
when you are away
And when i can’t find you
and my heart gets bleached
the cold snow of winter
like a blanket, it warms my feet

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/16/muse-2/

Bloom

To cherry trees she comes,
under the cherry trees 
she falls asleep,
there she spends her time
there she reads, breaths!

To cherry trees she sings
with her beautiful voice
an unheard melody,
there under the pink roof 
she sews her notes, her tears!

To cherry trees she hides
all of her treasures
her special fears,
there she is herself
only her, no mirrors between!

To cherry trees she comes,
to dance with the petals
to cradle the leaves,
there she finds her freedom
purified from pain, greed!

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/15/bloom-2/