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

কবিতা- গল্প

আমি এক গল্প বলি শুনোআমি কাঁদতে চেয়েও সেদিন পারিনি বুনোহাতির মতো গোঙরাতে বড্ডআমি অন্ধকারে আমার কামরাতে আবদ্ধতবে চেয়েছি তো তাই দিন-কে-দিন আমি মাটির নীচে স্বপ্ন, উপরে ঢেউ টিনসবাই আওড়ায় “আছি”- হাতটা কেউ দিনআমি মাটির নীচে কাব্য, উপরে ঈদের দিন। স্বাভাবিক ই লাগে- যখন শুনি নানুর কাহিনীআমার জন্মে ছিল উৎসাহ, তবে নিশ্চয়তা আনিনি।নীল তার পেঁচানো গলায়

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

The Way Around Or- A Poem

A married man thinks of a heart he brokeFeels a bit of sinIn the wake, in guilt he’s soakedLooks for ways to win. The nights of his appear in courtAgainst, the head rules.The two lives he may affordThe errand is one of fools’. The day perhaps is clear as nightThe clouds seep through his hair.Urged

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.

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।

Wake Up- A Poem

Velvet reels show me the colorsUnique, unexplained.That’s the reason why I refuse to wake upFrom the dream where flowers rained. Why do I feel so attached nowAfter I’ve broken them?Why, when I wake up at lastThey don’t ever look the same? When a cat dies there, I feel separationFrom a loved one who loves me