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

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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

Togetherness

As they stumbled, they valued their achievements;
As they loved colors, they couldn’t discriminate;

As they learned bonding, they dissolved selfishness;
As they empathized, they became aware of narcissists;

As they faced reality, they acknowledged self-worth;
As they grew older, gradually they got wiser.

© AlvnaKarim

বাস্তবতা/Reality

This is a poem written in Bengali Language. The very first drafted poem of mine, wrote randomly on a paper, in between taking lecture notes. Poetic lines are precious, randomly comes to the brain then disappears. The thought might be the same but if wouldn’t have written down these precious lines, it would’ve lost the essence of keen expression.

বাস্তবতা

কোথায় সেই উচ্ছলতা?
প্রাণবন্ত জীবন…
আমার মাঝে নেই যে আমি,
খুঁজছি প্রাণপন…

উদারতা সে কি তাকে,
জয় করেছি কি আমি?
নিষ্ঠাচারের জীবন আমার,
দিল কি আমায় গ্লানি?

আজ চারদিকে হাহাকার আমার
স্পষ্ট কিছুই নয়,
হাসিমুখ সে তো বাইরে শুধু
ভেতরে অন্ধকার আলয়।

অস্তিত্ব আমার ভেঙে চুরমার,
আগলে রাখি আড়ালে…
চাপাকান্নাগুলো মৃতপ্রায় হয়,
যখন হাসিমুখে মিশি সকলে।

১৪ জুন, ২০১৪
ঢাকা, বাংলাদেশ

© 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

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