POETIC DELIGHTS BY KUJTIM HAJDARI-ALBANIA

 

1-I SEARCH...

I search in this harsh city,

In this robotic city,

That communicates with me 

Through codes and passwords,

In this glass city,

Silent and cold,

Where the sunset reflections of human 

Faces mirror in the dusk.  

I search...  

Following the immigrants through a crowd,  

Lost in their tumultuous stories,  

I search for meaning,  

Between life and the abstract,  

In the spaces between the real and the unreal,  

In the silence that screams,  

In the revolt that silences.  

I search for the consuming power, 

I search and struggle for this robotized world, 

To understand and trust in my immense power. 

Kujtim Hajdari

2-THE ROADS OF MY LIFE

I ran along paths that vanished over time. 

Invisible, blind, and full of mysteries, 

Deaf to my dreams that screamed, 

And disappeared into darkness, into abysses and craters.

Sometimes fate called me down long roads, 

To bite the days and years of my life like a cannibal, 

To see the light, thirsty and unlucky, as it faded, 

With my soul between my teeth, I kept hope alive.  

The pain taught me to stand on my own,  

To change myself, to rise each time I fall.  

It taught me that happiness comes at a steep price,  

It taught me to dream the most beautiful dreams.  

Success also guided me to paths of light,  

It lifted my butterflies of joy to dance in the air,  

To feel and revel in all the beauties,  

And luck often sat with me by the hearth.  

Life embraced me with warmth,  

It reminded me that I was still alive,  

And I would rise like the stars,  

And I cherished life as a precious gift.  

I love all my paths, I remember them with longing,  

Without them, I would be a broken-winged bird,  

They taught me to reach for the heights of the sky,  

And to cherish life as the most precious thing.  

They taught me to grow old and mature as a person,  

Whenever I turn my head, I feel proud,  

To say, even when I’m gone, “This is how he was.”  

The dearest epitaph I would want above my grave.

3-I TOLD YOU

I told you,

Do not listen to the world,

The world drives you crazy,

It puts even Satan* down.

Listen to your feelings,

To your heart,

When they speak to you.

People are like this,

Since we met them,

Since they desire and love,

To have what belongs to others,

To have power over others.

Satan – the supreme personification of evil, 

the adversary of God and humanity.

AUTHOR:

KUJTIM HAJDARI-ALBANIA

He is a writer, poet, editor, literary critic, translator, publisher, and promoter.

His poetry volume, The Waves of Life, is a finalist for the Best Book of 2025 award in Hollywood, which will be held in October 2025.

In August 2024, he was the winner of ”The International Impact Book Awards”  in the USA.

Kujtim Hajdari writes in Albanian, Italian, and English.

So far, he has published 18 volumes of poetry, three novels, and translated six volumes by other authors into English and Italian. Additionally, he has participated in over 150 national and international anthologies and magazines.

He has participated in over 50 national and international competitions, during which he has received numerous awards, cups, diplomas, and certificates. 

He has also received numerous certificates and diplomas from various web groups and associations. His poetry has been enthusiastically received, attracting thousands of admirers from many countries around the world, as well as renowned poets and literary critics both domestically and internationally, who have written the highest praises.

His poems have been published in many countries around the World. They can be found in Albania, Kosovo, North Macedonia, Italy, the USA, Romania, Morocco, Egypt, Denmark, Algeria, India, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Turkey, Spain, Germany, Tajikistan, Korea, China, etc.