Clouds of misery; they rain down upon me,
I’m at a loss, where else am I gonna be?
From sleepless nights to the endless days…
I stand still somewhere between the land and the sea.
Sky is sinking as the sadness triumphs over sorrow,
I gaze at the distance like there is no tomorrow,
Bitter and jaded, hope is lost and all is faded
Life races on well up-ahead but I’m just too tired to follow.
Time heals all the wounds but years do remain unkind,
Today slips in as the tomorrow leaves me behind,
Lonely heart’s tragic hurts and indecencies of grievances
Dark is rising, I sit around, I don’t care, and I don’t mind.
The shadows of the night lights up my spirit,
The rage of the sun denies the day’s one true merit,
Evil or divine, what awaits me at the end of the line?
Deemed by the demon, saved by the saint,
Or life, at the centre of grand cosmic writ…
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.