Zemra e mallkuar
\n(n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime, Margarita)<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje nga puna
\nE lodhur erdhe ti,
\nM\u00eb puthe e p\u00ebrlotur,
\nMe syt\u00eb plot dashuri!<\/p>\n
M\u2019u duke m\u00eb e thinjur
\nM\u2019u duke m\u00eb e rrudhur
\nMe duar m\u00eb t\u00eb ashpra
\nMe supe t\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur<\/p>\n
Ta putha shum\u00eb her\u00eb
\nAt\u00eb fytyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl
\nSe mos m\u00eb zhdukej prap\u00eb
\nAshtu si n\u00eb \u00e7do \u00ebnd\u00ebrr<\/p>\n
U shtriva q\u00eb t\u00eb flija
\nMe ty p\u00ebrqafuar
\nPor m\u00eb la pa gjum\u00eb
\nZemra e mallkuar! Alban Arapi<\/p>\n
Rr\u00ebfimi i nes\u00ebrm<\/p>\n
Mund t\u2019i tregoj nes\u00ebr k\u00ebto puthjet e sotme
\npara zjarrit t\u00eb djesh\u00ebm, kthyer n\u00eb hi
\ndo t’them se dikur ishte nj\u00eb vash\u00eb e kolme
\nndihesha mbret, kur i rrija p\u00ebrbri!<\/p>\n
Ndaj edhe sot, jam e ndihem i till\u00eb
\nme puthje q\u00eb ylbere m’ngjizen n’shpirt
\nbuz\u00ebqeshjen e saj me diellin i lidh nj\u00eb fill
\npenetrojn\u00eb n’\u00e7do qeliz\u00eb timen, si labrinth.<\/p>\n
T’sotmen ti, s\u2019e di si do ta tregosh nes\u00ebr
\ndhe at\u00eb zjarrin e djesh\u00ebm n\u00eb do ngas\u00ebsh serish
\ni paduksh\u00ebm ai digjet si zjarri i eshk\u00ebs
\ndhe ndez flak\u00eb, flak\u00eb p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn e trisht\u00eb… Sk\u00ebnder Laze Trebeshina<\/p>\n
N\u00ebna ime e paharruar<\/p>\n
U ula n\u00eb vendin tim t\u00eb preferuar dhe sonte
\nsi gjithmon\u00eb
\nE vetmja gj\u00eb, q\u00eb i lutem H\u00ebn\u00ebs
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb…
\nt\u00eb kem durim…
\nAshtu si\u00e7 kishe ti, o n\u00ebn\u00eb
\nDhe shpejt p\u00ebrgjigjet H\u00ebna:
\nDurimin ta ka dhuruar n\u00ebna<\/p>\n
Ah, shpirti im!
\nDo ulem \u00e7do nat\u00eb n\u00eb vendin tim
\nE do flas ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr ty
\nt\u00eb shoh
\nDo ket\u00eb H\u00ebna, aq sa ti, durim?! <\/p>\n
E dua H\u00ebn\u00ebn, t\u00eb saj\u00ebn ftoht\u00ebsi
\nNuk dua lot\u00ebt
\nPor m\u00eb qan zemra p\u00ebr ty<\/p>\n
M\u00eb falni, ika
\nM\u00eb duhet t\u00eb flas me H\u00ebn\u00ebn
\nKam aq shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra
\nP\u00ebr t\u2019i th\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn! Henrieta Pareshi<\/p>\n
Pendimi<\/p>\n
Nuk shkruaj m\u00eb p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb,
\nThash\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ashtu si kot.
\nDo shkruaj ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb,
\nPor papritur m\u00eb rrodh\u00ebn lot\u2026<\/p>\n
Si harrova un\u00eb e mjera,
\nQ\u00eb ne u njoh\u00ebm qysh f\u00ebmij\u00eb?!
\nSi s\u2019u lodha duke t\u00eb dashur,
\nKaq shume vite… As vet\u00eb s\u2019e di!<\/p>\n
S\u2019ka mund\u00ebsi, thash\u00eb me vete,
\nDo g\u00ebrmoj n\u00ebp\u00ebr kujtime
\nPor prap\u00eb te ti e gjeja veten
\nTe t\u00eb \u00ebmblat p\u00ebrqafime…<\/p>\n
Si ta pranoj tani un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt?!
\nSi ta harroj k\u00ebt\u00eb dashuri?
\nM\u00eb tha, \u201ceja se jam gati
\nT\u00eb t\u00eb marr nuse p\u00ebr sht\u00ebpi\u201d <\/p>\n
S\u2019t\u00eb besoja vall\u00eb sa\u00e7 duhej
\nTani mes pendimit rroj si kot
\nSyt\u00eb ngulitur kuturu e p\u00ebrhumbur,
\nDhe pareshtur m\u00eb rrjedhin lot! V. K. Goxha<\/p>\n
M\u00eb vjen n\u00eb mendje<\/p>\n
Gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb vjen n\u00eb mendje si nj\u00eb varg i bukur
\nSi nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje fjal\u00ebsh q\u00eb rrjedhin si muzik\u00eb.
\nKur t\u00eb sjell n\u00eb mendje, nga frika p\u00ebr t’mos humbur
\nM\u00eb shum\u00eb t’kujtoj e dashur, e m\u00eb shum\u00eb ndjej frik\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Ne jemi si dy varka q\u00eb enden n\u00eb shtat\u00eb dete.
\nSi dy kokrriza r\u00ebre n\u00eb t’madhen shkret\u00ebtir\u00eb.
\nCili Zot e dashur, bashkon dot dy planete.
\nT\u00eb ndodhin mrekullira, s\u00eb tejmi e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Jemi si dy h\u00ebna p\u00ebrzier mes galaktik\u00ebs
\nQ\u00eb Zoti i ka caktuar nj\u00eb vend n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb
\nDy zemra q\u00eb i binden m\u00eb shum\u00eb metafizik\u00ebs
\nRealisht, metafizika? S\u00eb tejmi e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ne jemi \u201cun\u00eb dhe ti\u201d, dy njer\u00ebz t\u00eb zakonsh\u00ebm
\nEndemi n\u00eb rrugica, q\u00eb s\u2019kryq\u00ebzohen kurr\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb ndjenja paralele udh\u00ebtimi \u00ebsht\u00eb i lodhsh\u00ebm
\nE dashuria fshihet gjithmon\u00eb pas t\u2019nj\u00ebjtit mur<\/p>\n
Ndaj t\u00eb sjell n\u00eb mendje si nj\u00eb varg i bukur.
\nSi nj\u00eb kujtim i k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm q\u00eb nuk e l\u00eb t\u00eb ik\u00eb
\nNe jemi dy kokrriza q\u00eb era i ka zhdukur.
\nKujtimi na ka mbetur, ndaj t\u2019kujtoj me frik\u00eb! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
E dua\u2026 k\u00ebshtu!<\/p>\n
T\u00eb v\u00ebshtroj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri e p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nuk m\u00eb mjafton
\nT\u00eb ndjej n\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin tek endesh n\u00eb mua.
\nS’mund t\u00eb them si ndihem teksa m\u00eb v\u00ebshtron
\nJe krejt\u00ebsisht e imja e un\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb dua…<\/p>\n
Ajo q\u00eb ndjej p\u00ebr ty \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e marr\u00eb
\nNj\u00eb drith\u00ebrim\u00eb shpirti, ethe q\u00eb vijn\u00eb dendur
\nDashuri kam njohur, shijuar dhe m\u00eb par\u00eb
\nPor dashuria jote \u00ebsht\u00eb ndjenja m\u00eb e \u00e7mendur.<\/p>\n
Ndjenja m\u00eb e marr\u00eb, nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht p\u00ebrrallore
\nQ\u00eb lufton logjik\u00ebn e me gjakun rrjedh n\u00eb mua
\nTi gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb thua q\u00eb un\u00eb jam i \u00e7mendur
\nKy jam un\u00eb e dashur e k\u00ebshtu t\u00eb dua! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Mungesa jote…
\nNdjehem vetem k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb.
\nE nuk po gjej aspak qet\u00ebsi.
\nMendja fluturon atje larg.
\n…Atje ku ndodhesh ti.
\nN\u00eb dhom\u00ebn ton\u00eb asgj\u00eb s’ka ndryshuar,
\nMungon ngroht\u00ebsia q\u00eb sillje ti.
\nPiktura jote e varur n\u00eb mur.
\nHeshtazi m\u00eb b\u00ebn shoq\u00ebri.
\nDo q\u00eb me mua t\u00eb bisedosh.
\nE m\u00eb shikon drejtee n\u00eb sy.
\nMe v\u00ebshtrimin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb qet\u00eb.
\nSi e z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb faj rri… Luljeta Gjosha Pashollari<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Zemra e mallkuar (n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime, Margarita) Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje nga puna E lodhur erdhe ti, M\u00eb puthe e p\u00ebrlotur, Me syt\u00eb plot dashuri! M\u2019u duke m\u00eb e thinjur M\u2019u duke m\u00eb e rrudhur Me duar m\u00eb t\u00eb ashpra Me supe t\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur Ta putha shum\u00eb her\u00eb At\u00eb fytyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl Se mos m\u00eb zhdukej prap\u00eb Ashtu […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7754"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7754\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}