Fahredin Shehu

Fahredin Shehu

Fahredin Shehu was born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies. M.A. in Literature. His work has been translated in English, Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, Roma, Swedish, Turkish, Arabic and Romanian. Fahredin Shehu works in Administration of Radio Television of Kosova RTK and is ambassador of Poets to Albania by Poetas del Mundo, Santiago de Chile. He also actively works on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of plastic art.

Published books:

  • NUN- collection of mystical poems, 1996, author’s edition
  • INVISIBLE PLURALITY- Poetical prose, 2000, author’s edition
  • NEKTARINA- Novel, Transcendental Epic, 2004, publishing House, Rozafa Prishtinë- project of Ministry of Culture Sport and Youth of Kosova
  • ELEMENTAL 99- Short poetical mystical stories, 2006, Center for positive thinking, Prishinë
  • KUN- collection of transcendental lyrics, 2007, Publishing House LOGOS-A, Skopje, Macedonia

Issues on papers and magazines:

  • Essays in daily paper ZERI, Prishtinë
  • Essays in daily paper LAJM, Prishtinë
  • Essays in daily paper GAZETAEXPRESS, Prishtinë
  • Essays in daily paper ILIRIA POST, Prishtinë
  • Columns and essays on weekly paper JAVA, Prishtinë
  • Poetry on Magazine of Center for Humanistic studies GANI BOBI, Prishtinë
  • Essays on Journal “Oriental Studies”, Kosova Orientalist’s Association
  • Poetry in Magazine STAV- Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina
  • Poetry in Magazine ZIVOT- Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
  • Poetry in Magazine ULAZNICA- Zrenjanin, Vojvodina
  • Poetry in Magazine URRA- Tirana, Albania
  • Poetry in Magazine POETA- Belgrade, Serbia
  • Poetry in Magazine, ISTANBUL LITERARY REVIEW, Istanbul, Turkey
  • Poetry in Magazine, MOBIUS MAGAZINE, New York
  • Poetry in Magazine OBELISK, Tirana, Albania
  • Essays in electronic magazine SEGURAWEB, Holland
  • Essays in electronic magazine GAZETA START, Albania
  • THE WORLD POETS QUARTERLY (multilingual) VOLUME No. 58
  • THE WORLD POETS YEARBOOK 2009
  • Poetry in www.balkanwriters.com
  • The Book of Poetry E-Book in www.ronopress.org, London
  • The book of Poetry in Nadwah Press, Hong Kong
    www.arabicnadwah.com/englishpoetry/fahredin_shehu.htm
  • Poetry Romanian version orientul-meu.blogspot.com/2010/11/asa-grait-tamara.html
  • Poetry in English on The Sound of Poetry Review
    thesoundofpoetryreview.wordpress.com/2010/04/26/fahredin-shehu-kosovar-poet/
  • Articles in www.worldbulletin.com
  • Articles in www.newropeansmagazine.com

Participations:

  • Exhibition of Calligraphies in Cairo, Egypt, 2004
  • Sarajevo 44th Poetry Meeting, Sarajevo 2005
  • Congress on 600th anniversary of the work of Abdurrahman Ibn Khaldun, Cairo, Egypt, 2006
  • Meeting for the ethnic minority rights, European Parliament, Bruxelles, 2006
  • Exhibition of paintings and calligraphies at the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, Cairo Egypt, 2007
  • Participation on the Congress on 800th anniversary of a Persian Poet RUMI, organized by
  • UNESCO/Albania and Saadi Shirazi Foundation, Tirana
  • Participation at the International conference on Identity and building bridges, Canakkale, Turkey
  • Debates on national KTV, RTK, TV BESA, TV 21
  • Artists Profile “KULT”, “AVENY” on RTK Public Broadcaster
  • Interviews for all nation wide Electronic Media and Press

 
Thus spoke Tamara

I have polished the eyes of suffered child
Removing steamy layers of his vision
To see a sparkling teeth while I smile
And my soul’s dormant and well hidden planet of hate

I have washed the stratosphere of disasters
Their parents layered meticulously in his being
With tears with love impregnated
I have peeled all membranes of polluted spirit

I bestowed a smile to a frog
And a kiss to a silenced jade

I have leaked the dew from the petal of the white rose
And counted rubies from the ripened pomegranate

I have planted all sorts of fruits
And made a playground for all of us
You may call it orchard
You may call it plantation of Love’s newborn
But I know its Tachyon-ic soil
Where only Love may plant its seed

I have tailored an emerald dress
And perfumed it with amber for every child to wear
I feed every stomach
With bedazzling light of my soul
To make them transparent
To make them enlightened

I have created the army of smile
And called all experts to dismantle the machinery of hate
In the fields of light’s symphony
In eternity’s holly moment

I have embraced all visible and invisible infants
And rejoiced their happiness

I have squeezed all weapons
Human and demon have created
And made a powder so by every pinch
A smile gave birth to love

 
My wishful thinking…

I fully embrace the lights of all sources
Mixing tears with the blue flame
Abandoning all human fears
Encroaching the grass of all darkest green
Smelling running water at the bank of the Nile
Receipted in the Onyx foyer surrounded by
Unfurled rainbow muslin roll with gold color encrypted
Formulas for Love intoxicated entities
Am I?
Such befuddled to melt as a snowflake
When the sun ray sings its quatrain
And perfume it with the fresh scent
Of angels’ armpit
And all Seraphs laugh in unison
For all lost “I-s”

 
Eternal present

Unless you become beautiful
You have no right to approach Beauty

If the one longs only for flowers
I shall bloom at once the entire spring

Until you leave the future behind
There’s no mere chance you make thou art a living influence

If I long only for eternal unknown
I tell you again I break this goblet
Into fragments and resurrect as phoenix
Then from my new goblet you may drink
Unpolluted vine
With the lips of deadly curse

Then my Art is for real

 
The tiny mysteries

The tiny mysteries
He was telling me the mystery of Mispha
And the lingam washed with the milky water
Remained still

I came to a place called knowledge
Got aware of my ignorance

She was telling me the mystery of Delphi
And the white pigeon spoke in vein
From the heaven down to the isle

I came to a place called will
Moved heart- stones and multitude of passion

You were telling me the mystery of Gabriel
And the sounds of tiny bells
Under the myriads of flame rainbow wings

I came to a place called Love
Built my settlement of beloved and
The praying room in the middle
Of the temple
And I stand contrite
For all lost YOU

 
Unusual “I”

The hand of mercy sprinkled
A golden dust over and over
The lips of wisdom spoke silence
The womb of planet bears progeny
A spark of diamond in the dew of my tear
Boiling one
A drop of it to melt the ice cube of your heart
Usual you and usual I
As waterfall from the top of the hill
Lofty unusual I
Stands bewildered and obtuse
An oxymoron
That wants to examine
Here in its lab
Alas Love
And God forbid
We dry out slowly and sure
Homo nuovus has its saying
“Unless you are in love
You have no right to approach the unknown”

 
The Gown

A neon- color cornucopia gurgles as spring
Standing in the middle
I remain overwhelmed
Nano- metric particles embraces sinful population
Of cells absorbed by light
It’s Zephyr that transports souls
Nowhere else you may see
Lifted up, up, up they bear
Nuptials to the gaps of heaven but
The entrance pearly macadam
Krypton threshold and cedar wood gate
Golden latch opens to host guests
The bride…is I glimmered?
Heavy walk I started as death angel
Walks on earth
Aerial walk now steps far
In advance as seraph I wear
The gown lightly embroidered
With knots curls sparks and pearls
Of the ionic thread
Light is as feather its weight
Light I as bubble about to burst
Light as happiness my momentum
We levitate above golden leaf wheat field
Seeing our shadows beneath
Our heavily impregnated cubic souls
We see the footprints of malicious
Who encroached our shadow when
The sun was as God adored and
Stand in the front of us
Anyway we undress the gown
Naked souls in unison
Sing dance and rejoice
Wash at the bank of milky river
The mantle of the Green Man waits
Our essentials wait too
To fill and go in procession
To celebrate eternals

 
Theophany

You kiss me and stamp my existence
I kiss you and melt in God’s essence

The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The bastards that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called Love
Those who make sex in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you kill babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris, limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan baptize the Christ and lead him on
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We…

 
Elixir

There’s only a dew of elixir in the bottom of the empty cup sleeping as lamb
Now they call it heart, I call it polluted spirit, and you may call it ruby pomegranate granules
But we the simplest so called human entities jointly may only Love and this is sufficient
To suffer for the thousand years and a day more

The one who cares not is the luckiest mundane ignorant but I’m the one alike who outpours his quintessential not knowing for whom
Not knowing for what reason a purpose never show its glamour in advance
For warning, for love or even for sake of its purest manifestation

In times when words were queued in the thread abundantly curved in bobbin from the human scalp
The necklace of verse is fading its shine no sparkling truths gurgles from its spring to obey our thirsts
We the thirsty souls for divine morsel wandering in here as the spirits of suicide victims
Empty stomachs of enfant terrible only for the grasp of the truth they never hear even as the sound of insect
Never as the sound of falling frozen spirit in jade that you may later see as the Galatea of divine maternal essence
A cornucopia of latent blessings waits
A deficit of Love outbursts proudly displaying its genitalia without a drop of shame
I wander as a working bee searching for the nectar of wisdom to feed my Queen bee
And bestow her eternal life with the royal jelly leaking elegantly from the bottom to the navel

 
All poems on this post: © Fahredin Shehu
Published with the permission of Fahredin Shehu