AGRON SHELE

AGRON

SHELE

This Time...

This time ,

When you hear the rain that falls over the bare trees from a bronze sky

And the rows of ravens all yellow

You ask yourself

Why only a tree stands tall ?

In an empty park , lonely rotting day by day

Why do you care ?

Maybe because that reminds you the time that has passed

And you feel more older than ever

Like a lonely bird abandoned when the winter comes

Surviving is the only chance

This time ,

When your thoughts are lost

And your face shows nothing more than sadness

In pale colours remained tattoo over your filthy skin

That is when you feel the touch of the last season

That is what reminds you of the long starry nights

All of this turns your spirit blue

....when the time passes

You can only see a rainbow that stares over an old church

Acrylic glass

You can only hear the whispers of monks as they go

But you can't hear the bell

What does that mean ?

You feel like an old abused statue with crossed arms

You wait for your sins to be forgiven

If only it was that easy

But no , your demons consume your soul every day

Your disgusting devious eyes only stare at one thing

The only

The innocent saint Magdalene.

I Know...

I know

One day , you will understand

Feathers stay as proof of a flying bird

Lost far away from the horizon

No turning back

No shelter

Very angry

Far away

Anxiety of an escaped shadow

I know

That this emigration has nothing in common with rainy days

Neither the blooming flowers

It is an unusual escape towards time , when the air smells the pain of earth .

Death of innocent leaves under the meaning of life until madness

I know

that the darkness brings lonely nights

No light , that gives you hope

No dreams , that give you freedom

No tomorrow

But only a dawn related to the shadows of life in chaos .

It feels like the poison of broken hopes

I know

that scream will destroy the walls of broken memories

And what is dead will return to life

No more envy trapped in a spider web

And the voracious crowds and Kings without crowns.

Never Ask A Poet

Never ask a poet about the daylight ,

How the dawn rises early

How the sun kills you with its warmness

How you can see the half paths remaining in the past where you first left them

That vision where your eyes start to sparkle and you feel more alive than ever

Never ask a poet about the days that go from the deepest twilights all covered in pity , a lonely moon drowned in a plain lake burned alive with the flames of a fallen star

like a permanent shadow of a repentant woman

Never ask a poet how sad is the world

How his pain holds the name of autumn

Like a fallen angel lost in a world he can't fit in

His pieces distributed everywhere and you can hear his scream carved as a chapter in a sad book

Most importantly , never ask a poet about love

It breaks your heart,

leaks like a sin over a rainbow full of colours

Suicidal seasons shine from the innocent spirits and gods knocked down until forever.

AGRON SHELE

AGRON SHELE was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania.  Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (Novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (Novel), “Wrong Image” (Novel) , “Innocent Passage” (Poetry) and “Ese-I ” .  Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane- 1,” “Pegasiada , Open Lane- 2 and ATUNIS magazine ( Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 )”.  Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015,  The Second Genesis -2013, Kibatek 2015-Italy, Keleno- Greece,  etc.  Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.

Translated by Peter Tase