XHELAL TOSKU

XHELAL TOSKU

Not Even A Word

I sit and watch the rain

spreading further across the field

it remained unseen

by the naked eye until now

without even a word

it can say it all.

Where Are You Going?

Not a single star

In the heavenly night

Darkness seeped down my throat

Into an eternity for the dead

O miserable man,

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Poor you…

When She Leave

Tomorrow she will leave

The next day she will go forever

The lunar presence changed river patterns

Who knows what the distant stars called it

As the night reached later hours

My body felt the pressure of light coming forth.

The next day she had fled.

Winter Evenings

Winter evenings

Spent behind tinted windows

The sand piled on the beaches

Is defeated by a drunken rain

Between the smoke and noise

I silently drink the wine

Leaving the crowded tavern

And into the heavy influence of the rain.

  

XHELAL TOSKU

XHELAL TOSKU was born and lives in the city of Rrogozina. After graduating from high school, he attended the Faculty of Veterinary Medicine in Tirana and then the Faculty of Language and Literature in Elbasan. Specializes as a librarian at the National Library in Tirana. He has worked as a veterinarian, teacher, librarian. He has published these books: “In the first station”. “Do not forget to come”, “Blind sadness”, “Cypress on the street” “Nothing with then”, “For now” and “Simply at all”