Cape Jasmines Only

There was no wishlist,
Boring lectures were all gloomy without any twist.

Was waiting for a miracle as days were passing;
Nothing seemed special only numbers were adding to the monotonous aging.

One fine evening, a blissful wind blew me off the track, while passing closely…
Dragged me out of my misery and brightened mornings with cape jasmines only.

© AlvnaKarim

YOU

The way you loved yourself so biasedly
Wish I could do that to myself a little too…

Having an innocent face, you planned your way in like a sly fox without giving any invitation,
Wish I had a little bit of psychic intuition to predict your cruel intention…

Psychologically situations were drenching me, depression was only around;
Thought you were my true friend, battling in the same ground.

Who knew you were the one, who cunningly laid out blades, identical to grasses…
How did you forget all those kind sacrifices and emotional embraces?!

You tried to convince me that I’m the messed up one, efforts of mine was never good enough according to your observance;
Breaking me was your ultimate goal just to succeed on your mission of dominance.

Wasn’t a fool so you proved your determination in the toughest way possible, in the beginning of our riddle;
Gradually earned my trust only to crush me in the middle?!
Still remember your speech on being ’real’,
Used to admire how authentic you were and ideal!

Alas!

Yes, for you, you succeeded on your ill will!
But wait, that won’t last long….
Yes, go and give yourself a pat on the back, celebrate!
But wait, that didn’t last long….

Date Written: March 13 2020
© AlvnaKarim

Calamities over Catastrophes

Calamities over catastrophes
Tons after several, 
Gradually breaking every bit of the broken bone… 

Yes, the broken bone,
It’s been a while didn’t nourish what went through.
Probably ancient history didn’t like the temporary rust over it;
Although the first meeting wasn’t ever scheduled. 

Is it a curse?! 
What if that is what always inspired?
What if that is what always motivated?
What if that is what already trained and always strengthened? 

Indeed, the survival history needed nourishment to face all the calamities and catastrophes. 

Even though rough times took all the energy it presented enormous courage in return. 
Even though it harmed some emotions temporarily, only to teach the importance of all the existing and blooming emotions. 

With all the newly presented wound from nature, the broken bone has already calculated the amount of struggle,
Not to worry, as the actions of healing has already started cuz the same blissful nature prepared to rise up through all the trouble. 

© AlvnaKarim

Air of Melancholy

Why is the air of melancholy isn’t going away?
It’s spring but the flowers in the backyard aren’t indulging as they sway.

What is so tormenting that keeps a vibrant soul in the dark?
When this is the time to sing along with the playful lark.

That brutal ticking clock, keeps on ticking but waits for none;
Is it even worth it to dwell on times that couldn’t withstand the harshness of the sun?

Thoughts: Life is really short within a blink of an eye time slips through and days gradually create decades.
Wouldn’t it be rational to hope for the good, to smile while being kind, to fight towards negativity, to do the part a human supposed to do and leave the rest in Almighty’s hand?
Live more, worry less.

© AlvnaKarim

Autumn Leaf

How it Happened?

Because this random leaf wanted me to write these lines for her and I ended up writing my second poem.

Poem #2
Autumn Leaf

Two brown girls were talking
Heading home walking;
The weather blended with their color smoothly
As autumn was knocking slowly.

Looking at the trees
One of them cherished joyfully,
Her eyes got brighter
While praising nature’s flaw fully.

Brown glossy skin, eyes filled with tear,
The other girl whispered with a fear.

‘As we’re enjoying autumn’s look,
She’s fading while hanging on a hook.
Cruel reality is a pleasure to our eyes,
Where her soul is dying with the time that flies.’

© AlvnaKarim

Towards the Light

The wheel, continuously spinning;
As the time is gradually passing by…
Indulging in the drowsiness,
Will tackle, anytime soon; won’t stop the try…

There was a time, her torments were spacious;
Tears were leaving scars behind, making her frail.

Soft cheeks were getting rougher,
Just like the desert seeks for rain…

This time, this very time is indeed so precious,
And the wounded bird won’t waste her tear again.

© AlvnaKarim