Confessions

Lonesome day knocking on the door, Brand new day crawling on the floor, Wonder when my fortune Would be kind to my luck, Time is chasing But life just won’t work. Twilight that guides the shooting star, Lazy poems to heal the scars, Was there ever any beginning… Or is this the end? But somewhere waits for me, My dear old friend. Fortune teller out there selling some dreams, For a while it makes me forget where I've been, Life does not offer All the answers to all the questions, In the end we are all just tired souls, Searching for redemptions. Sail away once again, into the darkness... Destination nowhere, all along with hopeless, Sometimes I wonder, If this life was a mistake? Dear coldness in sleep, Please don't leave me awake. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.