Random Words From My Text Box
I have attached
my resume,
a few poems
and whispers
for reference
While you are
asleep
I am going to
see
Where the
sunlight
Hides
Behind the
golden daisies
and
Kindly,
find the best
meaning for
Love in my
dreams
You can be a
good friend
and I will write you
a poem of the
bright day
And the star
That shone
Last night
Above my roof
But these are
all words
Resumes and
poems
While You
may be just a
little more
than the
reluctant moon
From behind the
clouds
On a frosty day.
Mausoleums
Brought up In a
world of blood and soot
Strategic
technologies and firearms
Life's flower
trampled by soldier's boots
Amidst the
cybernated bullets' swarm
Where do I go?
How people are
forced to leave their homes
Forsaking
boundaries they can't defend
As refugees,
strange lands they must roam
And leave behind
the graves of friends
Where do I go?
Not just
artifacts once treasured, rest
Under the debris
of bombed museums
The jets and
drones flew away and left
Culture,
History's sullied mausoleums
Where do I go?
My garden was
bombed by men who cried
In a language
foreign, they could not spell
Names of
universities, they destroyed
On demolished
schools, now angels dwell
Where do I go?
With the warmth
undue, as the glaciers melt
Quintessential
effects of wars and firearms
Humanity's very
foundations, knelt
It's time to
look back, we weren't born to harm
Where do I go?
Damaged, choked
up with chemical dust
The seeds in
soil lie quietly waiting
For the final
end of power's lust
And days with
morning's gentle breaking
Where do I go?
Be born again,
to old habits bid adieu
Phantoms from
the past shall disappear
With grassy
fields, in a world most new,
Mornings most
dewy and skies most clear
Musings Of An Unsound Mind
Unsteadily
trapped
In the quagmire
of thought
Diabolical in
spirit
Metaphorically
adrift
Disease
penetrating
the wandering
mind
Though sound
but gradually
Growing apart
Fogged up
cranium
Tattered heart
What treachery
What
manipulation
Undergoing to
dissolve
The scruples
into dust
Starry dreams
turning
Into long
darkness
creeping up
Walls closing in
Ground gives in
Under the feet
Fall is
inevitable
No light
beckoning
At the far end
of tunnel
Breathe deep
and just let go
For the thoughts
Swallow like
quick sand
Thoughts which
sear
Until the burns
turn
Into ash and
soot.
MARYAM H. VIQAR
MARYAM H. VIQAR: The writer has been an
ardent reader since a very young age. She has published poems in online
magazines like The Ugly Writers as well on her credit. Apart from that there is
nothing wrong with her. To recall Van Gogh 'The sight of the stars makes her
dream'
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