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/

Torch

Get lost you say?
Yeah, that can be done
but to survive, what’s your plan?
In a world that can’t be seen
can’t be touched, and can’t be felt
huge enough to swallow me
would you dare to tread that place?
To go there where i could not
far from this place that holds no vows
would you risk a comfortable ride
for a part, in a madman lies?
I would love, when i take this road
to look behind and have you close
hold your hand, kiss your throat
then walk again, and again get lost!
Until we get tired, and our legs bleed
our breath gets heavier, and our wings cease
till our skin gets ripped, and our body can’t move…
i will push on!
Cause no darkness can stop a torch
that just now, has been lit on!



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/13/torch/

Future, so close!

My child,
you are alone, totally
in this sorrowful world;
Your existence makes you hated
yet, you’ve done nothing wrong;
I can feel your grief
but i can’t ease your pain
my child,
i can set you free
but please,
help me do that.

My child,
how’s the sky
do you like the view?
Can you see a little blue?
I bet you can’t
and i’m the one to blame
so start hating me
will you,
before you start hating yourself.

My child,
all these fucking skyscrapers
have they plagued enough?
I remember seeing trees when i was young
but now,
only plastics are left!
But you don’t have to worry
you know,
cause it will all be in your hands
all this useless land…
I’m sorry,
now have fun with that!

Cause this world
is in ruins

as you can see for yourself

everyone is mad,

so if you need help

please tell me,
and we'll reduce it to ash!

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/12/future-so-close/

Cursed

How hard is to live
and feel, like you have died.
To open your eyes each day
and see nothing but lies,
to go to sleep each night
all alone, naked
and stripped of your pride
how hard is to breath
i wonder,
how hard is to be alive!



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/09/cursed/

Fading effect

What about faces?
Well, 
they change, 
just like autumn clouds;
Memories keep getting forgotten,
and those whom you have known…
well,
they usually die.


http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2013/12/06/fading-effect/

Senseless

Everything, is so perfectly imperfect

put down perfectly,

creating an unshaped shape

confusing as it is

it leaves you on the ground

with wicked thoughts on your head

wondering, pondering….

does anything make sense?

Why is that there are so many colors

yet, our eyes stand on black

we’re able to be anything

so why we choose to be sad?

Shouldn’t we try to tweak our brain

for a certain degree

that should make us happy

or maybe, it’ll make us fall from the tree!

But, whatever the result may be

i guess it’s better than locking our light

our source of life

in a dark room, filled with pain and fear!

And here, 

now i feel like i’m out of context again

but who cares

this was just another senseless writing

which clearly, 

is not suited for those who are sane.

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/05/senseless/

Rearrangement

If i were to break
into tiny little pieces
and then, take a break
from the boredom of life;
i wouldn’t mind, 
being put back together
after i’ve seen,
what a whole could not!



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2013/10/13/rearrangement-2/