The Storm-Sailor Poem by Obaidur Rahman

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.