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

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The Irony

How it Happened?

Thought about writing a poem without using pronouns and ended up writing this one.

Poem #4
The Irony

Glad to remember every single trail,
Stored closely into the human brain.
The good ones & the opposite ones,
Harsh failings, clueless blames.

Took it all, also swallowed;
It was the little world, have always adored...

Seen that drowning, upside down and the deterioration;
Red cells couldn’t stop the cremation.

On the other side, wish everything is going well to live;
Hope present days brought the peace this side couldn’t give.
Hope finding ‘peace’ is healing for real,
Hope perfect life has eliminated the absolute obstacle.

Place: Tennessee, Usa

© AlvnaKarim

Pale Carnations

How it Happened?

Life is all about kicking obstacles and being hopeful.
Whoever is reading,
‘You all are beautiful, unique and precious.’

Poem #3
Pale Carnations

All the colorful glittery ones went to the ballroom, 
She dolled up herself stayed in her own room.
No this wasn’t like Cinderella’s waiting progress,
There’s no prince that she wanted to impress. 

She knew everything fades away, 
Impression games were just the glitch of sway.
She celebrated life based on reality, 
As she believed Creator wove her story uniquely.

© AlvnaKarim

Being Hopeful

In the end, It is just you and your Almighty.

Whenever it’s blue, feels like there’s no hope, there’s love of Almighty for you. A never ending love we hardly realize.

But hope is always there. As long as you’re alive, capable to do stuffs you’re lucky as Almighty is taking care of you, no one would ever do. We all can lean on to that love. Without any hesitation anytime, any moment.

Almighty loves you. The best therapy is to be close to your creator knowing that Almighty cares. It doesn’t require to be highly religious to talk to Almighty but the strong belief that no matter what Almighty will take care of everything, indeed it will give mental peace as well as you’ll never be disappointed if you strongly hold on to it. That disappointment and dissatisfaction won’t last long if we have faith over whatever happens/happened it is for good, even if we can’t see the good right away. Also expectations from worldly creatures can damage the soul, so expect only from Almighty because in the end you’ll realize it too.

Whatever success you got or achieved those are the resemblance of your hardwork but aren’t you lucky to have a well working brain? Or just being healthy?! Or just to be capable of seeing the world or your loved ones around you?! There’s so much around to be thankful for.

Once you realize, you’ll feel the gratitude. You’ll feel the urge to apologize for whatever wrong you did and graciously you’ll thank for whatever you have. We call it ‘Prayer’. You’ll happily pray with satisfaction knowing how connected you are with yourself and to your Almighty.

Just by seeing a new flower that bloomed can make you happy. Even though you know the flower will die soon. But it’s blooming. Blooming courageously, blooming to brighten up the world.

All the praise to Almighty for everything.

May Almighty grant us happiness. All of us.

© AlvnaKarim

Swollen Blisters

How it Happened?

Woke up in the morning and felt the urge to write. Literally while brushing teeth wrote down my very first poem. I think the picture influenced to write it.

The picture attached was created by pouring ice cold water into a glass. The zoomed picture and a bit editing created an awesome artwork!

Poem #1
Swollen Blisters

I’ve grown much now,
I’m a new person.
Why am I new?
Because of the wounds.

Scars are still there,
Reminds me everyday about the swollen blisters.
Pain is still there,
Underneath the covered skin just like hidden splinters.

I don’t lose hope,
As I’m a warrior.
But when memories haunt me,
It leaves the barrier.

I won’t lose hope,
As Almighty heals me when I crawl.
I will be striking,
As long as my dead cells fall.

© AlvnaKarim