Varg i rastësishëm - Casual verse

Restless evening. Placeless… Minutes roll away… A parade of crashing dreams I saw the previous night The night before that And the nights preceding… A mixture of daily contemplation, Antagonistic realities Of outer belligerence Contained in confusion, Fighting Avoiding heartfelt words-, Sharpening my disbelief And weakening the sagacity The six-o’clock news Try to craft… Fossilised within my four walls, (Ice-cold cubicle) My hand made astray, (A cave look alike,) Offers me shelter, but My senses refuse to get carried away. Dreamland? Not an option I stare at the screen. I loose contact. Sensation is gone, and The main topics Try to reach my ear in syllables To bribe my attention- Home and foreign affairs Immigration Education and policy The exchequers Transport and defence USA, EU and Euro Unanswered questions Projects Staff cuts Staff shortages Articulation and speechlessness Prime Minist

A wintry Evening many years back I joyfully jumped on my father’s lap Slowly he began to tell me a story About what happened to a little boy In an old town burned down twice And a third time, to put right the price; Derand was the old town’s name Once prospers and free, today a legend. …When night fall and fighter’s came by Within the ruins they heard a child’s cry A little baby boy within the rocks Shelter had found under the mother’s corpse Fighters pulled him out, he didn’t want let go His mother’s face he looks, his mother’s hand he holds They didn’t know his name, or his family crown Derand they called the boy in memory of town He had so many mothers, so many fathers there To care for him while growing so he could learn to care He didn’t know an orphan was made a blazing day He didn’t know Deranda lay just south of Peje Until his now-known father thought it as time To tell this young-man-growing about that little child How his loving