Illusions

The shallow depth Of your innate obscurity, Behind the veil of your serene wonder Echo-heals my frantic tranquility. Somewhere Between the time and space, From the push of gravity To the fall from grace. The keeper of the sin Grave-digs the shadow of the mist, But the immortal time of the finite divine Flame-thrills the power of the least. The magic spell of the night And the Zen of my ecstasy, The arrest of bliss Dream-lights my sonic fantasy. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.