{"id":6580,"date":"2017-04-21T18:47:12","date_gmt":"2017-04-21T18:47:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6580"},"modified":"2017-04-21T18:47:12","modified_gmt":"2017-04-21T18:47:12","slug":"poezi-nga-mimoza-bici","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6580","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Mimoza Bici"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"BICI<\/a>MIMOZA BICI<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ndryshe<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>
\nIka dhe un\u00eb
\nsi shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb,
\nkoh\u00ebve humbas.
\nPa v\u00ebn\u00eb re
\nse vitet jan\u00eb patericat,
\nku ulesh p\u00ebr shlodhje.
\nT\u00ebrhequr pas yjeve,
\nlitark\u00ebputur mbeta,
\ngjurm\u00eb t\u00eb zbehta l\u00ebn\u00eb pas.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A b\u00ebjm\u00eb nj\u00eb loj\u00eb t\u00eb re i dashur ?
\nMjaft luajt\u00ebm \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0me ndjenja dashurie
\nflluskuar shpirtit !
\nJa tani t\u00eb them :
\nLindja e nj\u00eb dite
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb yll n\u00eb qiell.
\nMos qesh zem\u00ebr,
\ndikush shkat\u00ebrroi mendjen
\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb saj
\nk\u00ebrkoj dijen\u2026<\/p>\n

Ndaj fillojm\u00eb t\u00eb num\u00ebrojm\u00eb
\nnuk ka problem\u2026
\nEhhh , yjet nuk i gjejm\u00eb
\nasnj\u00ebher\u00eb sa jan\u00eb
\nderisa nuk dim\u00eb dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb !
\nPor ,
\nun\u00eb di dit\u00ebn e fundit
\ni dashuri im.
\nSa planete jan\u00eb,
\naq shekuj k\u00ebtu do t\u00eb rrijm\u00eb
\nLutu , lutu
\nt\u00eb shfaqen t\u00eb rinj.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ndez shpesh qirinj
\nndryshe nga ato q\u00eb shohim, dim\u2019
\nI dashuri im!
\nGjithshka \u00ebsht\u00eb si nj\u00eb loj\u00eb.
\nPor ti qesh..qesh..qesh..
\nKe t\u00eb drejt\u00eb
\n\u00c7\u2019t\u00eb duhet fillimi, fundi
\nkur m\u00eb ke mua pran\u00eb
\ndhe disa para m\u00ebnjan\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Po un\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebj
\nMendimet trazoj,
\nn\u00eb cep t\u00eb saj
\nvegimet zgjoj,
\nmonotonin\u00eb sfidoj.
\nShum\u00eb jet\u00eb jetoj
\nLitark\u00ebputur jan\u00eb,
\nqirinjt\u00eb i shkrijn\u00eb
\nPor shpirti im
\ni lidh me frym\u00eb
\nMe syt\u00eb tek ndrijn\u00eb
\nP\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pagjum\u00ebsi<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb,
\ndita
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e bukur se \u00ebndrra.
\n\u00cbndrra,
\nka m\u00eb shum\u00eb ngjyra se dita\u2026<\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb ,
\ndita dhe nata
\nm\u00eb ngjeshin mes tyre,
\ntek ndjej drith\u00ebrima frym\u00ebmarrjesh
\nduke m\u00eb ngritur shpirtin pesh\u00eb ,
\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb \u2026
\nse kur b\u00ebj dashuri
\nme ty i dashur !<\/p>\n

Kujt i p\u00ebrket trupi im ?!<\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb
\nnuk jam Njeri.
\nBluaj mendjet
\ni p\u00ebrtyp
\ne si shkop i drunjt\u00eb
\nngulem
\nthell\u00ebsive t\u00eb harres\u00ebs
\np\u00ebr t\u2019u p\u00ebrpir\u00eb
\npas nj\u00eb rr\u00ebnje
\nP\u00ebrse ?!
\nP\u00ebrse kur dua t\u00eb harroj…
\nt\u00eb vdes?!<\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb
\nUn\u00eb jam Ti
\nDhe pse nuk t\u00eb njoh
\nNdaj lindin tradh\u00ebtit\u00eb ,
\n\u00ebndrrat , pagjum\u00ebsit\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb malli m\u00eb ndez,
\np\u00ebrqafuar krah\u00ebve t\u00eb drunjta
\nKu je ?!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

N\u00eb krah\u00eb xix\u00ebllonjash<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

N\u00eb krah xix\u00ebllonjash
\nlehton ajrit
\nshpirt i p\u00ebrmotsh\u00ebm.
\nDikur,
\nvizatoi format
\ne djaloshit t\u00eb dashuruar
\npar\u00eb se ku !!!
\nNga hidh\u00ebrimi
\np\u00ebrshkon trupin e misht\u00eb.
\nNdez mendimet n\u00ebn l\u00ebkur\u00eb
\nBota l\u00ebviz.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ngash\u00ebrimi u b\u00eb frym\u2019
\nduke u fikur
\np\u00eblhurave t\u00eb rreckosura,
\nendur
\nnga duar dhimbjesh…
\nAsgj\u00eb e bukur
\nnuk ekziston n\u00eb vetmi !<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

N\u00eb krah\u00eb fluturash
\nlehton ajrit
\nshpirt i p\u00ebrmotsh\u00ebm.
\nDikur,
\nvizatoi format
\ne vash\u00ebs s\u00eb dashuruar
\npar\u00eb se ku !!!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nga lumturia
\np\u00ebrshkon trupin e misht\u00eb.
\nU ndez\u00ebn ngjyrat
\npjalmon bukuria
\nBota l\u00ebviz.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Diku,
\nshum\u00eb larg…<\/p>\n

djaloshi dhe vasha e harruar
\npik\u00ebllojn\u00eb n\u00eb vetmi.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebrkojn\u00eb shpirtrat e tyre
\ntretur se ku !!!
\n…n\u00ebn trupat e misht\u00eb…
\nKy mall i p\u00ebrv\u00ebluar
\nmbi tok\u00eb
\nlind , shemb \u2013dashurit\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fija\u00a0 e\u00a0 jet\u00ebs<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Shoh veten
\ntek tjerr koh\u00ebn…
\nFija e jet\u00ebs
\nl\u00ebmsh eshtrash p\u00ebrpin.
\nMe pas vesh hijet
\nshtroj vitet,
\ngjithshka me trupin tim.<\/p>\n

Mbi p\u00eblhur\u00eb end fantazit…<\/p>\n

Nje dit\u00eb…u zgjuan t\u00eb gjith\u00eb …
\nIshte fryma
\napo buz\u00ebqeshja ime
\nku ndezi magjit\u00eb !<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb vazhdoj koh\u00ebn tjerr,
\ndashuruar n\u00ebn t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin diell !<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jam bij\u00eb burimesh<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jam bij’ burimesh ,
\np\u00ebrtej malit t\u00eb vdekur.
\nSodis \u00a0skelete
\nt\u00eb veshur , t\u00eb zhveshur.
\nNgjyra trazuar
\nmbi trupa , baltra
\nUl\u00ebrima tingujsh
\np\u00ebrplasur rrymave .
\nDhe ndonj\u00eb p\u00ebrbind\u00ebsh
\ntek gjuan me llastik,
\nat\u00eb q\u00eb s’do t\u00eb mund
\nt\u00eb shoh\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Mos rr\u00ebmoni m\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebndjen time
\n… dua t\u00eb fle …<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mendove se..<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mendove se…
\ndo vuaja tradh\u00ebtin t\u00ebnde!!!
\nAt\u00eb marr\u00ebzi
\ne flaka n\u00eb tjet\u00ebr shpirt.
\nUn\u00eb them se…U k\u00ebnaqa.
\nPo , po …u k\u00ebnaqa !
\nSa ishe i imi,
\ne jotja
\ndit\u00eb-nat\u00eb hojesh t\u00eb zjarrta.
\nPaduruar
\ngonxhe n\u00eb shp\u00ebrthim,
\nzemr\u00ebn plasa.
\nRr\u00ebnj\u00eb e etur
\ntek thithin pikla shiu,
\nzhurritur nga vapa…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ti se ke menduar
\nk\u00ebshtu
\nasnj\u00ebher\u00eb dashurin\u00eb!
\nPor tharrje petalesh
\nn\u00ebn duart e mpir\u00eb.
\nKa miliona lule
\nkrijuar p\u00ebr ty plot,
\nti nuk sheh asnj\u00eb
\nlakmia t\u00eb verbon,
\ngjemb mbi to q\u00ebndron.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ahhhhhh!
\nUn\u00eb tash
\nlutem,
\nvuaj p\u00ebr ty.
\nSe p\u00ebr fat,
\np\u00ebr dreq…
\nme ty jam dashuruar keq!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Vuaj kur ik\u00ebn<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ke harruar
\nduart e tua
\nmbi trupin tim,
\nende p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelin.<\/p>\n

Ke harruar frym\u00ebn
\nmbi l\u00ebkur\u00ebn time,
\nmishin pushpuritin,
\ngjakun nxehin.<\/p>\n

Ke harruar
\nt\u00eb vishesh i dashur.
\nEndesh lakuriqsuar
\naskush nuk t\u00eb sheh.
\nVe\u00e7se syt\u00eb e mi
\nharruar tek ti\u2026
\nKa shum\u00eb tym cigaresh,
\nsmok makinash.
\nHijen t\u00eb kan\u00eb holluar
\naskush nuk t\u00eb njeh.<\/p>\n

Her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,
\nq\u00eb t\u2019 mos harrosh asgj\u00eb
\nM\u00eb vdis \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht
\nVuaj kur ik\u00ebn,
\nthahem si deg\u00ebt,
\nk\u00ebrcas dhimbjet.
\nKjo bot\u00eb,
\nnuk paska vend p\u00ebr dy
\nNj\u00ebri dashuron n\u00eb \u00e7m\u00ebnduri
\nTjetri vrapon tundimeve,
\ngroposur vetmin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Po bie shi<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Po bie shi\u2026<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn nj\u00eb streh\u00ebz<\/p>\n

shtrydh dashurin\u00eb e humbur<\/p>\n

K\u00ebmb\u00ebt e njomura,<\/p>\n

piklat e shiut,<\/p>\n

that\u00ebsir\u00ebs s\u00eb tok\u00ebs<\/p>\n

nuk ia shuajn\u00eb etjen.<\/p>\n

Aq shum\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Aq thell\u00eb<\/p>\n

vret , l\u00ebndon<\/p>\n

nj\u00eb ikje,<\/p>\n

mister fjal\u00ebsh t\u00eb path\u00ebna.<\/p>\n

Duke hapur zgavra<\/p>\n

brenda pem\u00eb jet\u00ebsh.<\/p>\n

Derisa g\u00ebrryerja e \u00e7udis\u00eb,<\/p>\n

pik\u00ebllimit,<\/p>\n

ta k\u00ebpus\u00eb\u00a0 e rr\u00ebzuar,<\/p>\n

b\u00ebr\u00eb pleh diku\u2026<\/p>\n

M\u00eb pas<\/p>\n

gjelb\u00ebrimi do freskoj\u00eb<\/p>\n

Shkelur<\/p>\n

nga trupa t\u00eb tjer\u00eb dashuruar<\/p>\n

por jo m\u00eb nga ne t\u00eb dy,<\/p>\n

nga un\u00eb!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sot n\u00eb shi,<\/p>\n

shtrydh dashurin\u00eb time t\u00eb humbur<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jan\u00eb ret\u00eb m\u00eb pas<\/p>\n

do m\u00eb mbulojn\u00eb lakuriq\u00ebsin\u00eb,<\/p>\n

ku un\u00eb pa turp<\/p>\n

tregoj hiret<\/p>\n

transformuar<\/p>\n

f\u00ebrkimeve t\u00eb epsheve.<\/p>\n

Akoma m\u00eb pas<\/p>\n

ylberi ,<\/p>\n

do m\u00eb dhuroj\u00a0 plot ngjyra,<\/p>\n

p\u00ebr t\u2019i treguar<\/p>\n

nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr mashkulli,<\/p>\n

sa e bukur jam!<\/p>\n

Dashuria vazhdon.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dashuria \u00ebsht\u00eb vargshirash<\/p>\n

Shtrydhur epsheve t\u00eb tok\u00ebs<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur<\/p>\n

zgavra t\u00eb reja.<\/p>\n

Mes pem\u00ebve jete<\/p>\n

Thahet\u2026p\u00ebrs\u00ebri gjelb\u00ebron<\/p>\n

K\u00ebshtu bota frymon\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yll\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i\u00a0\u00a0 shuar <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u00eb kilometra<\/p>\n

renda tek ti<\/p>\n

t\u00eb puthja buz\u00ebt<\/p>\n

duart<\/p>\n

syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\u2026.\u00a0 T\u00eb isha ylli m\u00eb i ndri\u00e7uar \u2026.<\/p>\n

Kilometra<\/p>\n

rrug\u00eb<\/p>\n

u kthyhen n\u00eb hi<\/p>\n

kur mbi trupin t\u00ebnd<\/p>\n

drita m\u2019u shua,<\/p>\n

pas nj\u00eb komete<\/p>\n

rrije hutuar.<\/p>\n

Lotova!…Veten<\/p>\n

Se nuk \u00a0isha ylli<\/p>\n

i dashuris\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0– qiell mbuluar !<\/p>\n

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MIMOZA BICI Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ndryshe Ika dhe un\u00eb si shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, koh\u00ebve humbas. Pa v\u00ebn\u00eb re se vitet jan\u00eb patericat, ku ulesh p\u00ebr shlodhje.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6581,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6580"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6582,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6580\/revisions\/6582"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}