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The Last Antidote

For those dreams Were palpable Touching the drinker of the concoction With all might.

Last  Antidote

Tempestuous dreams brewed

Once the ancient herbs were concocted

After nightfall

In the pale light of the moon

When the secret recipes,

Guarded by all

like treasures of yore

Took effect

The lonely drinker would swoon

Mysteries of love, of passion, of hatred

Of poisonous animosity

Danced before half shut eyes

Laden with intoxicating smoke

Smoke… Smelling better than

the best Oud from Arabia.

The uncouth and the wizened alike

Longed for dreams, which surpassed

Any living being’s imagination

…. For those dreams

Were palpable

Touching the drinker of the concoction

With all might.


gently enclosing him within his own dream.

tearing passion was imbibed

Just as the wet salty tears were felt

Different lives were lived

In years were spent

All in those realistic dreams

What maddening tricks

The brew played

What ancients miracles

One could behold

What finery worn,

Ah what love, sweet love, tasted

… All until…

The poison took effect

And shades of unseen horrors

Began eating the drinker’s mind

Screams were mute

the enticing potion played its last trick

The price

Of tempestuous dreams

Was matched with

The frightening reality.

It’s price…

The only antidote of now-poisoned dreams

To be claimed by the forces

Of the soundless winds,

…. The drinker’s last breath…


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Maryam H. Viqar
A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry as musings of a restless mind....and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....
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  1. Our ideal self is the perfect version of ourselves that we always admire. It is the image we want everyone else to see. It is the mirror against which we always compare our real self. Our ideal self is like our dream that we always wanted, the dream that motivates, set the standards and establishing goals in order to pursue them. My ideal self is the one who is an achiever, has a self confidence, the one who is brave and living her life to the fullest. I want to be a child who can make my parents so proud in achieving many things in life like in academics. I want to have a self confidence like others, there are some point in life that I really wanted to join or do that certain thing but there’s a part of me who is trying to stop me from doing those things and I think it is because I am lack of self confidence. I am not that confident because I might fail and I am afraid to be judged. I wish I was brave like others, I wish I am not weak like who I am right now. I easily get affected even on little things. I used to overthink a lot and keeping it from anyone else. And lastly, I want to live my life to the fullest like there’s no tomorrow. I wish I am rich like celebrities l, like I can go wherever I wanted to, I can buy anything without looking at its price and living like a princess. Going to school without pressuring myself because of the scholarship.
    My ideal self is far from my real self, I am not smart, I don’t have that self confidence, and we are not that rich. It may be hard to live a life like this but still I will choose my real self over my ideal self because for me it is the life that really suits for me. I am still thankful because I have a life like this, a complete family and loving friends. For me, I am blessed enough being in this situation because there are a lot of people who are less fortunate and dreaming to have a simple life like mine. As I grow, I’d still continue to build myself not for my ideal self but for the improvement of my real self.


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