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What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of art?
The little magic of letters, the funny games between the lines…..
The kinship of paragraphs and hence the literal tribute to the risk that architects the inner thoughts that gloriously shapes the unyielding passion for a literary style and way of life.

Behind the veil of shadow charmed words, dwells the writer-man.
Who, armed with pen, tirelessly searches beneath the debris of feelings and desires,
And simply treasures the moments that designs this lissome piece of art.
Composing words
With skilled engineering of ideas that run down through the alleyways of mind…..
The writer-man illustrates the canvas where emotions are drawn,
Reflections are sketched,
And tales are told with human color and ardent strokes.

All those whispers of the little voice inside…
Wondering around the spaces between fiction and reality…
And all the conversation between the mind, heart and all the musings of the soul,
Where do they all go?
Locked up in the bubble of time?
Chained up by the codes of life?
Surely, beings in us desperately struggle to breathe in this secular sphere of ever expanding confusion.

In the quest for freedom, the spirit in us excavates our very soul,
And vibrantly surfs on the waves of emotions and loans ear to the assembly of million thoughts that continually circle around our misconstrued mind.
And often by the shape of words
These inner thoughts find their way out,
As they gently sail through our consciousness and make their way into the light.

The alchemy of alphabets allows us to have a glimpse of ourselves by streaming down soul's rearview mirror.
And the key to enter upon the realm of words lies on the urge of willingness to declare the innersole and the ultimate self.
Penning down the casual percepts and the untamed imagination could always open up the magical door to an unpredictable certainty.
Dodging the reality it creates a sense of belonging in a world,
That is designed to fit the shape of one’s true conscience,
Whether simple or mystical,
It surely travels right at the heart route.

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Why

They say, all is done to please the mightiest of Gods,
Then, why oh why, mankind is up-against such
					Bloodiest of odds? 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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The Fallen

Looks like she is moving, but she’s got nowhere to go,
She is around with many, but there’s no one she knows.
All through the years of life, she knows it’s not what it seems…..
Every night she says goodbye, to all her faded dreams.


Standing at the crossroads of life, she don’t know which way to choose,
She is looking for something, at least something to loose.
Along through the highway, she is driving all alone,
It’s getting dark; she feels she can’t make it home.


Tired of searching, searching for the reason for reasons,
She wonders will it be the same, same through all the seasons.
Runaway from everyday, cause everyday is a killer,
She hides from herself, but never makes it too far.


In this strange night, she’s chasing the light
The rising moon is sinking high up in the sky,
She says, I’m gonna’ sail away now, before all the tears run dry.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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The Cosmic Seraph

And then she came
The Angel of the seven skies,
Through the eyes of blue
She summoned the tales of truth and lies.

What you seek, she asked
	Wealth or wisdom?
Comradeship of the Cosmic,
	Or the throne of the dark kingdom?

Time stood still…
	In the momentous of the Sun, Earth and Moon 
Commenced, thus, the order of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water
	And not a moment too soon.

The secret lies within you, she said
	The kingdom of Heaven and Hell,
Choose wisely, she warned
	And life will be for yours to tell.

At the mountain top, lies the temple of the flesh
	Right beneath the sacred of the holy,
Realize, she enlightened, realize, and only then
	The heavens will open up soul-wholly. 

Believe, she prophesized, 
	And you’ll master the water that no one sees through,
From the bondage of mist and dust
	Will rise the empire of the one very true.

Assemble your army on every front
	Resurrect the magic immortal,
Govern your realm, she cherished, steadfast and steady
	And you’ll journey through the divine portal.

And then I closed my eyes
	As the warmth of her light serene embraced me,
Always and forever and I’ll remember…..
	From the tower of sublime, my cosmic will set me free.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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The Pilgrimage

When the night falls, I hear whispers into my ear
And with the tragic of the hour, sadness turns into fear
All these desperate seasons of aching calls…..
And the darkness echoed only fear,
I was lost in the pages of civic heist
			Everything was so loud, if not so clear.


I’m still lost yet I know who I’m, and it’s nothing less of a wonder,
In the midst of right and wrong, holy and unholy
Times are filled with blunder.
Some say, ignorance is bliss, wisdom is a curse 
			And consciousness is a struck of thunder,
But all shall fade away when the night falls 
			Behold and reborn, once you are in six feet under.


Friends with the light, powered by the might
			I roam into my luminous,
The delight of distance ushers my harmony
			And my pilgrimage to the exodus,
Out of the wrath of spell, I know the light will prevail
			And I’ll rule my realm of wondrous.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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Mystic Infinity

I close my eyes and let my spirit roam free
In between truth and lies, my courage lets me be
The obituary of time and the condolences of hazy days…..
I seek closure in my own freedom,
	And settle down in my own lazy ways.

Any day now, I shall be released.
Any way now, the pain will be eased.
The gift of life, paves the way to be immortal,
All I’ve to do, is follow my heart
	But not like a mortal.

Breathe in and breathe out
Deep dive into this serene tranquility,
Illumine my mind, body and soul
Empowered by the mystic infinity.

I close my eyes again
	As I seek peace, warmth and all that is divine,
Any day now, darkness will fade away
And I shall welcome the sublime. 


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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Sick-Tranquil

The stillness of silence
Mimics the depths of the tragic despair,
With the numbing parade of the restless hours
And often it seems all is beyond repair.
Beneath the pale shadow of the mourning lust
Lies the legacy of the justly unfair,
And when the sheer fear of the abandoned disappear
	Reign supreme the magic symbolic of the dare sincere.


Paints it well, the divine of the wishing well
	But spirals the slip of the higher innocence,
By cynic desire, and when in the line of hysterical fire
	Against self, what architects the great wall of defense?
The rhythmic guilt via senile paranoia
	And deafening is the fury of the forgone resonance,
The darkening call of the rising fall
Only summons the art-cryptic of the apocalyptic essence.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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The Chair

How strong is your faith, 
In these Race days of Religions?
Do you believe in the righteous one, 
The “divine” who exists in everyone?
Tragically, the world has turned into a fireplace…
Forlornly now; there is rage in every face.

Obsession with destructions, 
Happy when lives are lost, 
Don’t care what the world has to say
Oh, these beasts would never stop!
Don't think beyond their narrow view,
Don't care about me and you,
Even though it's us who always bear the cost.

Military suicides, welcome to the mass grave, 
Humanity’s genocide, born to die as slaves.
All the talks in the peace process
Rolls on without effects, 
They preach about justice
Holding guns into our faces.
Wonder what's it gonna be, revolution, peace 
Or the devour of the dead?
Or maybe, the feast of Nuclear instead!!

Politics and economics, 
And all the mockery of democracy, 
With blood dripping down from every horizon
History writes the legacy.
Dirty claws of the war
Ripped our souls apart, 
Fake complications of the dirty politics, 
Won't give peace a chance to work.

Double faced dirty leaders, 
Just opposite they way they appear, 
Lives on the corruption
Aided by pet criminal and the liar.
Diabolically wrap up the whole world 
With their cruelest of intentions, 
Just to be on the CHAIR!!!

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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The Storm-Sailor

Running from the paranoid wild
	Star-searching the heavens of serene,
Breathe in my trust anonymous
	Into the flight of the blessed sin.

King-questing the magic number
	Unlocking the mystic frequency,
Be tuned with my mind, body and soul
	Realizing the order of the cosmic urgency.

Life in the bird’s eye view
	And the hours spent on the tragic symbolic lust inferno,
In the lake of crystal consciousness
	The phoenix of me resurrects eternally the one I know.

Sail through the stormy waters
	See the future in the ashes of past,
By the power of the grateful absolution of sonic wisdom
	I will walk the line of blood and just.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

Best Poems Written by Obaidur Rahman

Higher

The Thought Splinters

Why

The Fallen

The Cosmic Seraph

The Pilgrimage

Mystic Infinity

Sick-Tranquil

The Chair

The Storm-Sailor