Poems by Zejnepe Alili - REXHEPI

Poems by Zejnepe Alili - REXHEPI

Tetovo (Macedonia)





Untold speeches


On improper time we walk,
calmed and plaintive we are,
with sorrow of history in soul
affectionately…
in this perverse world,
we remained eyeless witness.

Tears and aeon expectance,
in wrong time
words were scrambled senselessness melted,
only squandered relicts
with serpentine grandiosity,
but they haven’t worth over wracks.

In Esperanto erudite hushed,
words floundered,
as in front of Ciceron deaf-mute
when anguish abolishes dreams,
nor in killing nightmares we wasn’t quenched,
madrigal took veil of fondness.






Springtime and rain


Ha! You say to shut up?!
After that overflow rainfall of Tirana,
words evanesce in duskiness.
Tirana wants peace and friendship
when the rain rinsed ’97 traces of day before,
dolor and teardrop remained therein.

But, should we quiet more?!
when rainfall of Prishtina denuded,
with ’99 cureless wounds among years.
Winking to the spring,
daystar to take place (to rise) after downfall
and screed to fold in quenchless flame.

How to be quiet,
when spring still brings rain?!
Over the Sun Hill in Tetova,
screed for a hand of wet mold increases,
where will sprout 2001 amatory hopes
for life afterlife,
it wouldn’t moan Albanism
And the summer again would come to the door!






Mornings of the life


In the mornings of our days,
as a squab rose
with blood’s color staring,
as a lustery love flame.
You are hope, image of bliss,
you are my life!

In retarded afternoons
you became late quietness,
teardrop as a heat strikes your soul
grudging the awry sadness.
You are forgotten icon from the time
that carries back the madness of solitude!

But one day again you will be
my amain lived life,
one day after the afternoons will digest,
to reappear smily morns
thee, o my life
I will live you with amain!






Verses for the rain


This rebellious rainfall is not resting!
Gushing the soul with nostalgy,
when I miss you.

Once I hoped,
that I won’t write poetry anymore
for the rain…
not for your yearning.

Impossible…
it was a bummer offhand,
that grabed me in that time.

The rain didn’t cease,
nor with you I didn’t screed!
In the eye…rain
for a verse, a poetry.






Sprain


Daysprings of life,
as a doe you walked toward me,
favorably began my day,
I was alive…breathing.

A devilish look cast to me,
appalled next to your seduction
you condemned me…I didn’t expect this.

Visions of modern painter,
Perseveringly you faced with,
How I loved you…and I don’t know why I hadn’t you!?

Paper-works of poet
you added inspiration for a verse,
I dreamt you…how much I loved you,
vainly burned me that flame!