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.