The Calling

Far away,

Dimensions apart,

Timeless oblivion haunts,

Celestial silence

Echoes,

To bring me back

From

The dreamless sleep,

Someone’s amused whispers

Pour

Like gentle breathing

into my ears,

Incantation inaudible,

But

The calling is heard,

Somewhere deep

Within,

And like an insomniac

I sit up

Startled by the ethereal

Quietude

Staring at me

With ocular constellations

from

Outside my window…

Reality awaits.

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems at The Ugly Writers or by clicking on any of her works below:

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems