কবিতা – ভাসমান

আমি হেঁটে যাই ভেসে ভেসেঅযথাই, তবু হেসেদেখি, কে সে?সে আমায় ভালবেসেবেগুনী চাদর গায়ে এসেআমায় নিয়ে গেলো সব শেষে। আমি হেঁটে যাই ভেসে ভেসেসে পা ঠিকই মাটিতে ঘষেআজ এই নিয়ে চার মাসেগলা চেপে ধরে কেশেবললো, “তোমার জন্য ফেঁসে-“আমি ঘুমের ভান ধরে ভেসেসতরঞ্জের ঘটক বেশেদিবাস্বপ্নের রেশেকোণাকুণি ঘর ধরে এসেনৌকো কেটে ফেলে ধ্বসেরাজা-মন্ত্রীর খেলা দেখি বসেপাশে মাতাপিতা ভেবে

Poems & Prayers

Mother, where to?A rented deck of ship or a table for two?All of what you’ve been throughKnows that I’m only filth coming out of you. ✍ Ithmam Hami, 22nd December, 2022, 4.55 pm My eyes are looking for the familiar blueGod, help me, I don’t want to. My destination is Your ways nowAll I need

Gunmen- A Poem

We sound like the victimsWe both know we heard themmeet in the middle.The sun is rising up. You hate on the leader,yet, you rush out to save them.Guns to the head thoughour universe, a cup. Go and keep it-a grey stash of memories-go and keep it.What do you know? Go and keep it-date juice from

Leaving- A Poem

I’m here always leaving,I’m here never living.What are you going to do about me?Fire meFor I’m here never feeling. I was called upon by the square headed giantHow grateful I was!I was here but always leavingthrough an opening up above my brain,writing poems you never met and never willbut I’m leaving them here as a

Tearing at the Seams: A Poem

Dizzy in the morningDead ants are pacing fineSleepy as I walked inOf bettering, there’s no sign. I hear my dreams callingBack to the glory nightsAnd I wish to be fallingYou can leave but there aren’t any rights. They sound dynamic once againLook at the jumbled wordsI’m not even alive nor saneJumping between all the worlds.

Great September- A Poem

A seven years itchIs not yet to be wiped outSo easily. A little bitchMay have waited for me back homeMerrily. Time for anything but youI have.Amazed how patients most tended, die? I am an example, the true,The only.At the end of nights, and life, a sigh! Wish I could rememberThe dreamsI’ve seen so many. Another

Ring In My Pocket- A Poem

I left again for homeBelated,I flew on, to home,To where she waited. A sunny morning boiled into noonHer skin was on firePreparing for something soonBolting off my curbed desire. But I was not aloneFor I carried a ring in my pocketA token made of stoneOnly a little longTill we hang in perpetuity, by your locket.

Two Suns- A Poem

Pushing dawn, my night fallsHearts sewn, my love callsSpurted pollen flies through the airSuddenly, I see some hairAcross the clouds, the black ones.In my head rise two suns. The pollen reaches and tames me downHalf my soul has wore the crownShe asked for wires meshed in thoughtsOutside a battle, inside he rotsA fallen fight with

Hypnagogia

Bits and flashes behind my eyesWhat are you?Airy blanket over my body triesTo pull you back right through. I only want to complete youMake you full and thickPuzzle pieces do little construeSo many boxes there to tick. You’re all I have nowI’m only living in your fictionFeels more than real somehowInfectious conviction. Give me the

তোমার কবিতা

আমি পরোয়া করিনা-করিনা বলে ঘুণে ধরা তোমাকে নিয়েই শেষ পর্যন্ত ভাসতে চেয়েছি। মসৃণতা খোঁজের নাম করে আধুনিকতায় খেই হারিয়ে ফেরীআলার কাছে চেয়েও তোমায় পেয়েছি। ✍ ইতমাম হামী, ২৭-ই মার্চ, ২০২৩, রাত ১টা ৩১ মিনিট।