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Eternity

The life often appears as an unclear illusion,
wide and endless like an unending ocean,
the reality is often frightful,
that`s why we run,
escape,
in the jasmine and tulip gardens
of the imaginary life.
 
The life often scares us with its unending depths,
eternal moments that last forever,
like the aroma of red roses,
that bring the ecstasy of loneliness
without boredom,
of figment breathed in daily existence.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2016



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The Masks

Tearing irony,
howling sarcasm,
coming out of dribbling mouths,
blood-staining hyenas,
exhausted vampires.

To self-learn the art of hatred,
Just from mask-faces without dynamism,
This is the famous Shakespearean dilemma,
That comes, resuscitates like an atavism. 

Tossing in the bed of hypocrisy,
amongst drinks that suffocate in frenzy,
this is the post-modern heroism,
simple, surviving of the humanity.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2016

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International

I would like to dance
in a midst of an African party
wearing masks, half-nude,
feeling the beat,
the rhythm,
and the heat across my chest.
 
Then I would like to fly
under the infinite Asian sky
liberating my soul, heart, and mind
under the effect of the Indonesian rice wine.
 
Then I would live for the white tundra
in a solitary confinement,
reproaching myself differently,
maybe in a more philosophic aspect.
 
Returning, I would go to the Caribbean,
praying the life,
hugging the sea, kissing the sun,
and singing, singing for the humanity
far, far in infinity.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2016

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In the Wilderness of Soul

Raindrops in the heartland of soul
sweet pain, draining slow,
light emerging from chains of darkness,
which seem to suddenly glow.

Sleeping, eyes wide open,
dreaming, chasing the reality,
philosophizing a life not lived,
escaping the boundaries of reality.

Searching for answers in the wilderness,
finding hope in the mist,
discovering the beauty of idleness,
that is what I except at least.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2016

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Wandering

The fragrances of the past,
deeply disturb my unconsciousness
as they violently posses my memory
wiping all clean present and future. 
 
As I wander pointless,
in search of all sorts of exoticism,
I miss the scent of her
that has passed thousands of times,
in front of my eyes.

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Wanderer

Wanderer,
free spirit,
gets around the endless world,
he relentlessly seeks happiness.
Open your eyes
encounter an aurora borealis
simple to perfection,
like a lost Eskimo
or as a Buddhist monk
who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma.
Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism
or a lost Sufi
among the vapors of the hookah,
the scents of a forgotten time
that leave behind only the perfume of memories
abandoned in the wilderness of life.
Being a Berber in the desert
or Sahara Tuareg,
when the pleasure is enjoyed in a fleeting moment
while absorbed in timeless meditation,
enjoying life
in perpetuity carpe diem.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2023

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Summer nights

The light-shadows of a long night
where the twilight slowly falls,
stealing through green paths
until silence falls on the earth. 

The warmth of this southern night
where the voices of the nightingale herald the summer
sweetly pierce the memories of childhood
as hearts meet in delirium.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2023

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Fleeting

Lust
in her eyes,
doubt in her mind,
soul full of fire
for what has to come.

The unexpectedness of those rare moments
fleeting as they are
make her knees tremble
and shiver her heart.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2023

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Human

The light-shadows of conscience are screaming,
They try to wake up the HUMAN inside,
They protest against the natural inclination for comfort,
Against adaptation to the society.

Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2023


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