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....

Silent Killers

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Silent Killers   She sighs As starless skies Dull, bleak and faded like soot with humid air Close in on her Blinding fog Which Smells of burnt autumn leaves… Chokes Songs of spring Haunt like Memories of yore Each time…

If You Wished

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Gleams of a forgotten wish bring light Some reminiscent dull memories appear Though faded with time's constant jilt But yet Unmarred and indestructible

The Void

The Void
Nothing is more depressing than the feeling of emptiness. Letting the void consume you whole, is a missed shot, entirely.

EVERYTHING

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We often fall short of appreciating the little thing. We need to learn how to be grateful to the things that truly matter. We have to look back and be grateful for everything.

Gratitude

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With eyes closed and with a smile on your face Abandon all your fears let thoughts gain pace Whilst you sit underneath a shadeless tree And sing summer's forgotten poetry

Don’t Look Back

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Don’t Look Back   Do you Look behind When you Hear an eerie voice On the wings of icy air Calling your name? The muffled whispers From your nightmares When begin to haunt Your day’s peace Do you stop And…

Of Seashells and Dewdrops

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My yesterdays Transforming before My eyes into Sparkling dewdrops Reflecting the Universe, Seashells And my tomorrow.

March Song

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As Time Achingly remembers That years ago in March Someone sang to me My first lullaby...

Transformations

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In the middle of all chaos, humdrum and disparity Yet slowly learning The secret art Of turning myself into who I have always wanted to be.

The Rising

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They dance Enraptured, singing praise, disciples and their master all, Down With their knees on the ground,