FORGOTTEN TALES
I write a few lines
Of poetry
But,
Like the others I too shall leave.
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....
The Calling
And like an insomniac
I sit up
Startled by the ethereal
Quietude
Staring at me
Don’t Wait For Me
Let the raindrops wash
My memories from your mind
I have crossed the realms unknown
Snow Magic
Like sheen of cloud-like fluff
Gently touching the soles of my feet
Its ethereal magic
Falling silently upon me
Restless
In scorching heat of summer
I dream of frosty winter
ESCAPE
To forget my love for thee
Sleep forever sleep,
Dream forever dream.
The Autumn Rose
For a while, though I was beguiled
But my smile soon faded away
The Wanderer
The wanderer moves on,
Leaving behind the burnt up logs
Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
DROWNED
Do not hurry to bury me
For I shall wait to see your face
Among the few who come to say their
Last farewell.
DISTRACTIONS
I write
As night begins to dance to
An uncannily serene tune
A trickle of water somewhere
Lost in Reverie
With thundering sounds
Like a sudden pounding push
To reality,
I resurface.
Quiet and unseen
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 They felt Just one was not enough To vent the hatred they had nursed A long time I heard…… They buried you, Somewhere far Hid…
THE CURSE
Under the falling debris
I had wished to remain
Thus
no longer wished to see