The Manic Melancholic

Here in this solitude of silence The darkened path is chasing the great distance, When the fortune of luck is foretold by chance All is left for now is this instance. Here comes the curious mist of confusion… And the static of converse, Spark-starts the spell of the illusion. The farewell of white Thus, commences the darkest of fusion, So rigid in this material hour Def to the calls of the revolution. Lost and restless, down n’ out and breathless In comes the raid of the melancholy, Fashionably symbolic, the battle of the tragic Feel the blink of the razor unholy. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.