{"id":9542,"date":"2022-02-12T16:46:43","date_gmt":"2022-02-12T16:46:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9542"},"modified":"2022-02-12T16:46:43","modified_gmt":"2022-02-12T16:46:43","slug":"poezi-nga-prof-dr-zejnepe-alili-rexhepi-tetove","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9542","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Prof. dr. Zejnepe Alili Rexhepi – Tetov\u00eb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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M\u00eb shum\u00eb se shp\u00ebrfillje<\/p>\n

Flok\u00ebshprishur pas shiut…, gjysm\u00ebdehur
\ne \u00ebnd\u00ebrronj\u00ebs m\u00eb vjen.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn balluke t\u00eb del shikimi i mpreht\u00eb
\nsi smerald ndjell\u00ebs,
\np\u00ebrtej vrojton jet\u00ebn e lodhur
\nq\u00eb bart si relikt dhoma me vetmi shekujsh.<\/p>\n

Heshtja flet p\u00ebr trazimin e motit
\nsi apostujt n\u00eb piktur\u00eb ngujuar.<\/p>\n

Sa her\u00eb q\u00eb era ta shp\u00ebrprish \u00ebndrr\u00ebn,
\nstrukesh n\u00eb shpirtin tim
\nq\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebn vend miq\u00ebsisht!<\/p>\n

S\u00ebrish mbetesh eremit i dalldisur,
\ngoj\u00ebky\u00e7ur si mister,
\nshp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs n\u00eb trishtimin tim.<\/p>\n

Ike larg ku s\u2019t\u00eb z\u00eb shikimi i zjarrt\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb eshk\u00eb dhimbjesh t\u00eb shnd\u00ebrroi heshtja. <\/p>\n

Intuit\u00eb gruaje<\/p>\n

Papritur erdhe si yll i r\u00ebn\u00eb nga qielli,
\nat\u00eb koh\u00eb kur e r\u00ebnd\u00eb qe stina
\nn\u00eb shtjell\u00eb \u00ebndrrash vezullove.<\/p>\n

Parajs\u00eb e ferr si n\u00eb rrug\u00ebtimin e Dantes
\np\u00ebrshkove kujtimet, por jo dhe mallin,
\nn\u00eb shpirt endet imazh i lodhur
\nn\u00eb ikje, ashtu si ardhja e papritur. <\/p>\n

As bota nuk bie n\u00eb harres\u00eb pa ty
\nme dhembjen q\u00eb s\u2019pran k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00e7ast,
\ns\u00ebrish vjesht\u00eb, s\u00ebrish stuhi!.<\/p>\n

Sa do t\u00eb doja kjo vjesht\u00eb t\u00eb ishte n\u00eb ikje,
\ntekdo ka hedhur brerim\u00eb malli e pritjeje,
\nn\u00eb aren\u00eb dyluftimi l\u00ebvaret \u00ebndrra…
\nMidis saj: nj\u00eb Njeri a Per\u00ebndi?!<\/p>\n

Me arsyen X<\/p>\n

Si qiell i kthjell\u00ebt pas shplarjes nga shiu
\nderdh v\u00ebshtrimin ngroh\u00ebs
\nmbi shpirtin e rrahur n\u00eb bresh\u00ebrim\u00eb…
\nthell\u00eb meje,
\njeta b\u00ebhet diell e dielli ndjenj\u00eb.
\nBota m\u00eb p\u00ebrket mua asokohe!<\/p>\n

M\u00eb flet p\u00ebr parajs\u00ebn,
\nmrekullit\u00eb e luleve me but\u00ebsi m\u00ebndafshi,
\nfjal\u00ebmagjish t\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrrta
\nk\u00ebto puhiza ritmesh mbi hijet e pritjes.<\/p>\n

Kristale malli ngrin n\u00eb sy,
\nlehtas mbi to u derdh p\u00ebrmallimi
\nvegime dhembjesh u duk\u00ebn po aty
\nse \u00ebndrra e brisht\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb solli tek ti.<\/p>\n

Qelibar i flak\u00ebruar nga zjarret e shpirtit
\ndigjesh fill midis petalesh t\u00eb kuq\u00ebluara,
\ntek nisesh menduesh\u00ebm, n\u00eb ikje…
\nmbi t\u00eb zhubrosur\u00ebn let\u00ebr
\nhedh xhevahire ndjenjash…
\nSi got\u00eb vere t\u00eb zbrazet shpirti!<\/p>\n

Vjesht\u00eb n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu<\/p>\n

Vjesht\u00ebn e par\u00eb si p\u00ebrhidhej
\nmbi supe tek \u00e7apitej e ndjeva,
\nkur ca gjethe leht\u00ebsisht binin
\nn\u00eb t\u00eb zhuriturin shpirt\u2026
\ntrazonin \u00ebndrrat rubinore,
\nnj\u00eb gjeth s\u2019dor\u00ebzohej, me ndjenj\u00eb purteke
\ndrith\u00ebrimash strukej n\u00eb timin kraharor,
\nanimiz\u00ebm i disbalancit t\u00ebnd ndjesor.<\/p>\n

Shoh syt\u00eb e tu t\u00eb ullinjt\u00eb
\nsi flak\u00ebrim\u00eb, l\u00ebng\u00ebzuar jan\u00eb
\ngrimca admirimi p\u00ebr\u00e7ojn\u00eb
\nn\u00eb mua, behari syth l\u00ebshon…
\nKjo mjafton!<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb rimarr veten,
\nt\u00eb grisurat mendime t\u2019i flak tej,
\nt\u00eb ndiej caz\u00eb diellisht\u00ebn!<\/p>\n

E, k\u00ebsaj pranvere lozonjare
\nq\u00eb vjen e brisht\u00eb, e ndrojtur,
\nt\u2019i p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit: \u201cakoma ka dashuri\u201d!<\/p>\n

Ti e kupton, se jeta unazore \u00ebsht\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb p\u00ebrkalime t\u00eb ylberta p\u00ebrjetimesh
\ne ruan shikimin e syve t\u00eb ullinjt\u00eb
\nq\u00eb p\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm diellzohen\u2026
\nDhe e di!
\nE ndjej\u2026
\nS\u2019ka m\u00eb vjesht\u00eb n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu! <\/p>\n

Duhet t\u00eb kesh d\u00ebgjuar sa mall l\u00eb shiu<\/p>\n

N\u00eb legjenda dashurish, dhembjesh e m\u00ebkatesh ngarkuar
\np\u00ebr \u00e7aste kot\u00ebsie me koh\u00ebn fundosur,
\nshum\u00eb vite zvarritur n\u00eb Katedralen e Parisit
\nvalsit t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs i zbehet melodia, si (\u00e7)ngjyrimi i tingujve.<\/p>\n

At\u00ebbot\u00eb, duhet ta kesh ndjer\u00eb mallin e shiut!<\/p>\n

Sa demoniake kjo kujtes\u00eb stin\u00ebsh t\u00eb larg\u00ebta
\nq\u00eb pushtohet n\u00ebn virgj\u00ebrin\u00eb e nat\u00ebs yj\u00ebzuar,
\nme delikates\u00eb hiresh t\u00eb asaj gruaje t\u00eb pan\u00ebnshtrueshme,
\nderdhen m\u00ebkate homazhesh t\u00eb sajuara.<\/p>\n

Loti shtegton me dhembjet, n\u00eb larg\u00ebsi miljesh t\u00eb pamatura.<\/p>\n

Estetik\u00ebn e shpirtit e (zh)varrosje…, edhe pa puthje malli peshon,
\nkok\u00ebn e r\u00ebnduar e m\u00ebnjanoje si pelegrin i devotsh\u00ebm
\nse Ema* ta trullosi imagjinat\u00ebn dhe iku…, nga kjo bot\u00eb!
\nTi, eremit i penduar, riendesh rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Parisit.<\/p>\n

Pa e vrar\u00eb mendjen sa r\u00ebndon malli i shiut!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb kambanore katedralesh jep kumtin mashtrues,
\ndit\u00ebve me shi kur malli ta shton trishtimin,
\nrizgjimin e ndjenjave n\u00eb eliksire zjarrmish
\ne derdh mbi pellgje lot\u00ebsh t\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje.<\/p>\n

Patjet\u00ebr t\u00eb kesh d\u00ebgjuar sa mall l\u00eb shiu…!
\n\u00c7udit\u00ebrisht, nuk lodhesh as n\u00eb nd\u00ebrrime stin\u00ebsh
\nt\u00eb ec\u00ebsh n\u00eb vetmi jete si kryqtar i penduar,
\npasi e di se sa e trishtueshme \u00ebsht\u00eb harresa.
\nHarresa! Kjo aleate e dashurive t\u00eb lodhura. <\/p>\n

Sa kujtime vitpritjesh, kur t\u00eb gjata jan\u00eb stin\u00ebt e shiut?!<\/p>\n

Dhe dimri po ik\u00ebn<\/p>\n

Ca dit\u00eb ruazore varg\u00ebzohen n\u00eb mua
\nkur marsi t\u00eb trokas\u00eb n\u00eb port\u00eb
\npranverash, e mbase ky behar
\nka zjarrin e akullshkrirjes
\nmbi ngric\u00ebn e zemr\u00ebs sate!<\/p>\n

Ti hesht\u2026
\ne akoma s\u2019dukesh gj\u00ebkundi.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb grimca malli t\u2019u ndrydh\u00ebn \u00ebndjet
\npranverave t\u00eb hareshme m\u00eb le
\nt\u00eb shtegtoja e vetmuar dit\u00ebve t\u00eb hirta,
\nshpres\u00ebhumbur
\nn\u00eb imazhet e p\u00ebrthyera.<\/p>\n

\u201eM\u00eb mungon\u201c si kuror\u00eb fjal\u00ebyjesh
\nme ato t\u00eb \u00ebmblat tua p\u00ebshp\u00ebrima
\np\u00ebr dashuri…
\np\u00ebr ne t\u00eb dy,
\nharruar ecejakeve t\u00eb koh\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Pres t\u2019m\u00eb vish si nj\u00eb yll nga qielli shk\u00ebputur
\na ndonj\u00eb grimc\u00eb meteori q\u00eb sfidon rr\u00ebmbimthi
\nmungesat e mbr\u00ebmjeve t\u00eb lodhura
\ndhe lutjet e m\u00ebngjeseve t\u00eb brishta.
\nM\u00eb mir\u00eb me heshtjen t\u00ebnde, s\u00ebrish josh\u00ebse\u2026<\/p>\n

Edhe ashtu, dimri po ik\u00ebn!<\/p>\n

\u00c7\u2019ne ky trishtim<\/p>\n

K\u00ebto dit\u00eb t\u00eb brishta vjeshte
\nsi duhm\u00eb dit\u00ebsh fanfare\u2026
\ndua t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn mbi ndjenj\u00ebn t\u00ebnde
\nqoft\u00eb shp\u00ebrfytyrim imazhi violine telk\u00ebputur.
\nN\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb parandjenj\u00eb lodh\u00ebse,
\nt\u00eb vak\u00ebta m\u00eb jan\u00eb dit\u00ebt. <\/p>\n

A ke mendim t\u00ebndin vall\u00eb, apo trishtimi
\nn\u00eb shpirt t\u00eb derdhet si shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb?!<\/p>\n

Si rruzare p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrimesh tek shuhet m\u00ebkati
\nshikimet ziliqare ta k\u00ebpusin shpirtin
\ndhe jet\u00ebn, si dit\u00ebt e per\u00ebnduara t\u00eb Lork\u00ebs.
\nLuzmat e shpirtit mavijosur jan\u00eb
\nngjyer n\u00eb trishtimin e stories t\u00ebnde
\nq\u00eb p\u00ebrvidhet hireve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime.<\/p>\n

Vark\u00ebza ndjenjash t\u00eb fundosura\u2026
\n\u00c7\u2019ne ky trishtim derdhur n\u00eb oqeane lot\u00ebsh?!<\/p>\n

Posht\u00eb lagjes, ecejaket tona t\u00eb lodhura
\nmbi kalldr\u00ebme p\u00ebrshkohen, n\u00eb dhembje dit\u00ebt
\nnum\u00ebruar prej vitesh n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn 180, kur
\nhumb\u00ebtirave p\u00ebshtillje pik\u00ebllimin
\nq\u00eb dremit mbi qepalla,
\ngjersa ethet dhe koha miq\u00ebsohen. <\/p>\n

Simfoni e heshtur dhembjesh<\/p>\n

N\u00eb ngjyrat e pajet\u00eb t\u00eb stin\u00ebs s\u00eb vonuar
\nndihet fryma e fundit e dashuris\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e bronzt\u00eb si portret hyjnie
\nzjarrmon shikimi i qelibart\u00eb, klithje
\ndhembjesh lexohen tok me lundrimin
\nn\u00eb uj\u00ebrat e pashtersh\u00ebm t\u00eb jet\u00ebs…<\/p>\n

N\u00eb pragun e amshimit, si emblem\u00eb dhembja
\nmb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb n\u00eb mua si k\u00ebng\u00eb pik\u00ebllimi.<\/p>\n

Er\u00eb malli bie fundi i heshtjes!<\/p>\n

Nisesh… si kalor\u00ebs legjendash, n\u00eb fluturim
\nsi mbi re l\u00ebshuar me flatrat e shpres\u00ebs
\np\u00ebr \u00e7astin e lindjes s\u00eb yllit si drit\u00eb zemrash
\nme bardh\u00ebsi hyjnore mbi lundr\u00ebn e fatit,
\ndit\u00ebn q\u00eb erdhe me hir per\u00ebndish
\nsa net t\u00eb pik\u00eblluara kan\u00eb ikur. <\/p>\n

Me penjt\u00eb e koh\u00ebs arnojm\u00eb fatin e cop\u00ebtuar,
\nnuk e di m\u00eb, n\u00eb duhet t\u00eb qesh a duhet t\u00eb qaj!<\/p>\n

Bie er\u00eb malli fundi i dhembjes!<\/p>\n

Heliografe malli<\/p>\n

Nisesh larg, n\u00eb udh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb pa kthim
\nme trishtimin sysh ngarkuar,
\nsi valixhe brengash – m\u00eb thua,
\nt\u00eb joshet loti n\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb pik\u00ebllim qesh tretur un\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Yjet p\u00ebrgjumen n\u00eb pritje buz\u00ebqeshjesh
\np\u00ebrtej \u00e7do \u00ebndrre mashtruese,
\nmisteret mbyllur n\u00ebn magji legjendash
\nenden si fije t\u00eb pritshme fatesh.<\/p>\n

Buz\u00ebqeshjen ku e humb\u00ebm?<\/p>\n

Era fryn si p\u00ebr mot, gjithandej n\u00eb xixa malli
\nfosile kujtimesh trazon, me ato ngjyr\u00eb bordoje
\nprek mallin nga af\u00ebr q\u00eb m\u00eb bart tek ti…
\nme dridhma gisht\u00ebrinjsh si flak\u00eb shandan\u00ebsh.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb \u00e7\u2019shteg p\u00ebrvidhet dashuria?<\/p>\n

Shk\u00ebmbyem dy-tre shikime t\u00eb ftohta
\nsi kristale bore mbi liqene dashurish,
\nve\u00e7 e zjarrta puthje mbi buz\u00eb m\u00eb mbeti
\nas era e furishme, s\u2019e mori, s\u2019e treti.<\/p>\n

Ah, kjo dehje amshimi si heliografe malli!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9543,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9542","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\/9542","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=9542"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9542\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9544,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9542\/revisions\/9544"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9543"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9542"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9542"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9542"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}