BLUES is a poem written and shared by Maryam H. Viqar to The Ugly Writers for the month of March 2020.

BLUES

She flew

Parading with the stars above

Conspiring gladly with

The seasons in love

She floated gracefully

On the surreal seashores

And the deep blue waters

Swelled at her touch

She Went to sleep always

Watching the lustrous skies

In the lap of the hills

dreaming of someone’s eyes

She had a name

Full with

titles fancy

And I yearned

To be her, for all the world to see.

But I

had a ground,

Dusty and rocky under my feet

To walk on

I could not glide

And i ran mercilessly

For years and years,

I kept thinking

What could have been

But then

I found shelter

In someone’s gentle eyes

And a moon, pale, frail

but Satiated and content

Outside my stained glass window

Inspiring,

to write words with an

Endless flow

Like a clear water drop

Like a smile that makes

You stop

Here was

my favourite coffee

Still steaming

Beside a newly bought

violin polished in

the serene shade

Of sun

bursting through

Skies in spring

And an autumn bound journal

Marked with last year’s leaves

Therein a song

from

A new language sleeps

Shall I ever forget

What dreams

Nestled in my eyes?

Years ago

What dreams?!

Dreams???

Blues is a poem written and shared by Maryam H. Viqar for The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck! for the month of February.

BLUES

She flew

Parading with the stars above

Conspiring gladly with

The seasons of her choice

She floated gracefully

On the surreal surface

Of the deep blue waters

Went to sleep

Watching the lustrous skies

In the lap of the hills

She had a fancy name

Complete with

Prefixes and titles

And I yearned

To be her

But I had a ground,

Dusty and rocky

To walk on

I could not glide

For running mercilessly

Remained my only option

For years.

But then

I found shelter

In someone’s eyes

And a moon

Outside my shattered window

Inspiring, intriguing

to write poetry

Like clear water

And my favourite mug of coffee

Beside a newly polished

Sunburst violin

And an autumn bound journal

To learn words from

A new language.

Shall I ever forget

What dreams

Nestled in my eyes?

What dreams?!

Dreams???

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