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.
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....
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 you 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
CALL ME HOME
My heart beats faster with a dull thumping sound
Though it loves no more
Nor does it cherish hope
Life seems like a sad, sad dream