The Unseen Whisperer Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Have you ever observed yourself—
what you do in dreams,
when alone?

You act—
remembered at dawn,
or forgotten like mist.

Something once done,
or wished—
in days long past,
perhaps another life.

Something longed for,
or planned
in days unborn,
to fill the void.

Something your brain commands.

But why this act,
and not another?
Why this whisper
over all the rest?

What hidden force
commands through thoughts
disguised as yours?

Have you considered:
is it you,
or your other—
unseen sovereign—
to whom you yield,
willy-nilly,
awake or asleep?

—January,9,2026