Pain By Fiza Pathan I know Pain very well as, I live with pain Ever since I can seem to remember She who was named Pain is my twin sister Whom I have nursed all these years With tenderness and deep compassion. We read the same books and debate On issues which have a rhetorical tune. But she being the younger is not As strong as I am, but I can act as Legion of hope … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Pain’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Run Away Lover’ by Fiza Pathan
Run Away Lover by Fiza Pathan Cast away this symbol of love from my eyes, I was a human being just born to die. Not to live the life of your lover, I’ve got to fulfill an unmentionable Demonic quest in the labyrinth of agony. People are begging me to cure the form upon their eyes, The scum of hunger beats the life out of them. I have to lead a life of service, I … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Run Away Lover’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Wandering Lover’ by Fiza Pathan
The Wandering LoverBy Fiza Pathan Since this lover has witnessed your departureShe has been dreaming sweet wishes of your return.In sorrowful fits in the darkness of my reverie, I dreamThat it is me who wanders about in your territoryAmong the members of your tribe.I search for your home, but I find naughtWhat is my heart’s desire,No droplet or driblet of your existence.Oh my … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Wandering Lover’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Stay Away From Me’ by Fiza Pathan
Stay Away From Meby Fiza Pathan The most heavenly smileCannot light up my face into wrinkles of laughterLike the way your beaming grin does.When I behold your boyish looks,I am speechless and my heart feels drunkLike a mariner on the dock.I feel like a living beingWhen I contemplate about you while at leisure.But honestly,You’re a beacon of freshness in my sad life,But I can’t … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Stay Away From Me’ by Fiza Pathan
#shortstory ‘Following A Dream’ by Fiza Pathan
Following A DreamHe looked up and found his handmade sackcloth upon the shelf of his room. He picked it up and stuffed into it a few of his belongings…charts, papyrus, scripts, a reed pen, a small crystal and a few scrolls. His wife and three sons came into the room with tears in their eyes.“Father, please don’t go,” beseeched one of his sons, kneeling down at his father’s … [Read more...] about #shortstory ‘Following A Dream’ by Fiza Pathan