The melted melody of a surreal life

Tell me, how far you want to descend
Into your own abyss?
This dismal long exodus
Into the mind's peripheral woods is arduous.
You drag yourself forcefully
Into this alley of deluge–
And you ruefully rally round the labyrinth
Of your obnoxious, jolted life.
The savage tyrant you've become
In your own secluded realm,
You willfully turn yourself
Into a one-eyed, limping pirate
Of a rogue phantom ship
That seizes to cruise through the waves
Of the deep macabre sea.
You hardly notice the peril
Of your medieval psyche
By glimpsing down on the pixilated, mottled mirror
That will never be able to capture
The true essence of the metamorphosis
That is constantly happening inside you!
In your trance, the morbid you
Mutter some voodoo words to unfold and engage
The covert evil power that vilifies the fallacy
Of this urban diaspora.
Your laidback bohemian mind
Unscrews the Pandora's box discreetly
And you start to hallucinate.
You raise your heavy head
From your dispersed body
And see a fog-draped nocturnal raven
At the nearby minaret top of a mosque
In the wee hours of a pathetic night.
It flaps its withered wings a few times
To shove away the stink of its injured being.
Another dubious dawn ushers
To quell the cacophony of your tortured soul–
And you continue to exist
To savour the melted melody of a surreal life.
Mozammel Haque Ranju is a marketing professional working in a reputed apparel conglomerate. A fading poet, as he claims himself to be, found an inner voice that tells him to delay his retreat.
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