Instinct
The red-eye of decadence
Blinds my way into the light,
Often I’m consumed by the black of my heart
So lost from the calling of the white.
Sinfully lustful, equally wasteful
The hours of the day to the night,
Blissful wisdom, nomadic kingdom
This darkness will lead to the light.
Bound
By the surreal space and time,
Here and now, I free-will my soul
To the tune of one true mystical rhyme.
I must save myself, holy my soul
And pure my spirit,
I’m an animal living in this mean sad world
All I got is my instinct.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
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