Lost in Reverie
With thundering sounds
Like a sudden pounding push
To reality,
I resurface.
Quiet and unseen
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....
The Girl Who Dreamt
Still shine under the bright Sun
Just as my eyes always shone
When I dreamt to touch the stars.
THE UNSEEN
What lies on the other side
Of life
What awaits us when we cease
To be
A heaven, exquisite
Or a hell like the one
THE CRIMINAL
The Criminal I heard They killed you Shot you in the head Three times…
THE CURSE
Under the falling debris
I had wished to remain
Thus
no longer wished to see
Journey into the Unknown
By the intricate curves of a milky way
Thy tiny spirit shoots up
Rises above the insignificant
Entity that it has been
And enters a stranger world
Of miracles to
Seek and become whole.
Night by the sea
Dark night approaches
And the blue shore is quiet
As the ever roaring sea sleeps
CREATIVITY
Coming from afar
There and then
Poetry flows
Verse after verse
line after line
Nostalgia
Since u left,
The sky stopped smiling at me
The rain stopped singing at my windows
DEATH
Does it really hurt to die?
Before Dawn
The moon hung mysteriously
Behind the mists
before dawn
Drawing to its silent majesty
My loyal gaze.
To Him Who Can’t Be Named
To him who can’t be named
By the deepening lines on his forehead
When he looks intensely at something new
I interpret my dreams
By the arches of his eyebrows