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The Heavenly Doctor By Fiza Pathan   My wounds are fresh reeking with dried blood stains on every part of my body but what Have I to fear for the Lord bandages my bruises. The God most holy among physicians washes the blood from my open wounds and Doctors me with a fatherly care. He understands why I had to inflict these cuts upon my flesh He understands the true … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Heavenly Doctor’ by Fiza Pathan

I wonder what came over me By Fiza Pathan I wonder what came over me when I cut my wrists to bleed to death the other day? I surely did not want to see the life force vanish and yet I scratched my tough skin mercilessly. Then I tried to call for help but the world was asleep when I uttered my sobbing cry. The heat of fresh warm red liquid decorated my palms which … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘I wonder what came over me’ by Fiza Pathan

Thoughts Of The Damned By Fiza Pathan   I’m tired of thoughts and about theories that don’t mean anything. My tears cry out to my empty soul that is plundered with ideas one after another to obsession. I’m fed up of the sobbing and fear of the noise - my body is chilled to the bone and my heart is nailed to the wall. I’m afraid of the sound and so I scratch my … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Thoughts Of The Damned’ by Fiza Pathan

The Red Rose By Fiza Pathan   Oh, my wonderful red rose so pure and meek I bow to your beauty which mesmerizes with the fragrance of your smell. You have no eyes but your vision is good - you have no ears to hear but still you listen to my pleadings in the dark hours of our bridal night. No image can compare with your wet blood-red petals which send my heart towards … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Red Rose’ by Fiza Pathan

Three Sanctuaries By Fiza Pathan   I hear the church bells ringing a heavenly tune to the altar of the infinite majesty. The bells remind me of my God whose message I have gladly kept to myself within the shelter of my bosom. The maulvi calls out to the people to come to pray the minaret heralds his cry even to the downtrodden in spirit. The maulvi’s voice sings … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Three Sanctuaries’ by Fiza Pathan