Published by Maryam H. Viqar on

the ugly writers



I write

As night begins to dance to

An uncannily serene tune

A trickle of water somewhere


and distracted I…

lose myself in a distant reverie

Forgetting completely where I am

Or who…

I listen to honking cars,

Rarely passing by

At this hour of the night

My eyes watch the falling stars

Forsaken by night skies

I listen to a lost bird’s tiny shriek too

Amidst all the music,

My verse, my words have disappeared

I am alert and curious

But my poetry sleeps tonight.

And I… can’t write.


Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

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Maryam H. Viqar

A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love...and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....

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