These Oblique Days And Grotesque Nights Poem by Ranju Mozammel Haque

Tell me how far you want to descend into your own abyss?
This dismal long exodus into the deep peripheral woods is idiosyncratic.
You are being dragged forcefully into this alley of deluge -
Dolefully intrigued to rally round the labyrinth of your own dominion.

The savage tyrant you become in your secluded alien terrain,
You willfully turned yourself into an arrogant, one-eyed, limping pirate of the sea!
One can hardly identify your true self by barely looking at your pixilated, mottled mind
Where a rogue cosmic metamorphosis is passionately brewing.

This topsy-turvy ride towards the ordained megalithic mountain is arduous.
Although it's hard to foretell like Nostradamus's cryptic predictions -
You mutter a few empowered magic words to activate the evil powers
And wage a holy war against yourself - the fallacy of this urban diaspora.

Your laidback bohemian soul opens up the Pandora's box discreetly.
You raise your dispersed heavy head from the disseminated body for one last time.
You seem to see a vague fog-draped Raven at the nearby minaret-top shivering in the cold
It flaps its wings a few times to wither away the stench of your mutilated life below.

Wonder how would all these likeminded manic men will forbear the sins
Committed by their predecessors in this mega-metropolitan city.
Another oblique day somewhat quells the unbearable cacophony of life and you continue to exist
Leaving behind a craving that tries to pull the chord of a melted melody of a grotesque night.

31 December 2023