Strokes of the Paint Brush

It’s been long since the last time paint brushes were used,
It’s been quiet since the canvas wore the shades of vermilion;
It’s been slow yet several thoughts were rumbling deep inside the head…

So now it’s time to pour it all,
Now it’s time to pour it All,
Now it’s time to pour it All…

Happiness will come along,
Indeed happiness will come along.

Thoughts: Being alive is precious. The dark world will want to take one down. But one cannot lose the precious life because the evil portrayed it so convincingly.

There’s always hope. Tomorrow will be better. Keep believing in yourself.

© AlvnaKarim

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Natural Downfall

Even the strongest got weaknesses,
The wisest got imperfections,
The hopeful got depression,
The patient one got complaints…

So what do they do when they’re not at their best?

Fake it, panic, freak out or runaway?!
No.
It’s a natural downfall but for a while indeed.

Its because nature wants to show-
What will happen when they are at their worst,
That they should never be proud,
That there are much more to improve and to realize,
Much more to explore and to understand.

As perfection is a lie;
And, learning got no ending…

© AlvnaKarim

The Apple Maze

This idea popped up while helping my niece, so created one for myself. 🤣

Recently started posting daily for an instagram account. Thought of sharing one of the samples here too.

Checkout the clip below, hope y’all will like it too!

The Apple 🍎

Level Mode: Easy

© AlvnaKarim

স্পন্দন/Impulse

I’ve written several poems but this one was the second poem that I wrote in Bengali Language. Bangla is a language that is very close to my heart. Didn’t want to translate the lines, so accept my apology but I feel like the translation would’ve snatched the actual flavor & rawness of the poem. But if anyone wants to know then I would definitely share a short summary about it.

স্পন্দন

ভালবাসা সে তো এক বিভীষিকার নাম;
আগুনের মত জ্বলে,
শৈল্পিক এক স্পন্দন।

কিন্তু…..
বুঝে ওঠার আগেই হারিয়ে যায়।

দিন, বছর, যুগ;
বার্ধক্য আসে,
মানুষ বদলে যায়…

মানুষের সেই সারিতে আমি কেমন প্রানী?
যে আজও স্মৃতি আঁকড়ে বাঁচি?

আশা? কেমন আশা?
(অট্টহাসির শব্দ আসে চারপাশ থেকে)

হাহাকার উঠে হৃদয়ের মাঝে,
আর্তনাদে মুষড়ে পড়ি,

বক্ষভেদ করে বিষাক্ত তীর।

১০ মার্চ, ২০১৫
ঢাকা, বাংলাদেশ

© AlvnaKarim