SACRILEGEby Fiza Pathan Sacrilege is the tower of this nation,Under my chest and within my heart which burns with hate.Rage in turbulence and damnation valid,Are all of my thoughts-dreams-desires.Forsaken am I, to the hounds of my weary mind.I have not had even a moments rest,I have no peace within me to call upon when I am in need.Since you said plainly, that you did not want … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘SACRILEGE’ by Fiza Pathan
#short stories ‘Do Not Hate Me’ by Fiza Pathan
Do not hate me Mr. Wilkin who was 87 years old lived alone in an old Victorian cottage in the country. He spent his days growing carrots in his garden and writing letters to his best friend who lived in Jerusalem. Mr. Wilkin had three sons who did not stay with him. The eldest Noel was a Bank Manager in London, and was the apple of Mr. Wilkin’s eye and his favourite. The second … [Read more...] about #short stories ‘Do Not Hate Me’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Arabian Daylight’ by Fiza Pathan
The Arabian Daylight by Fiza Pathan Red swollen eyes do I behold in the looking-glass, Veins of scarlet etched upon my iris so white. Now with a drop of blood from my broken dry lips, Will I sing to the raven this black hot summer. The journey ends here, no more can I scribble down Endless riddles of the outcast and the abandoned leper called true love. The day sun has … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Arabian Daylight’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘I Will Love You Even After The Forever’ by Fiza Pathan
I Will Love You Even After The Foreverby Fiza Pathan My paramour my true love my heart yearns the day,When you will take me as your own.Till then I’ll pen down my patient sorrow to the tune,Of every breath that you respire with your delicate mouth.Lover my own darling when shall I behold,The bond united in the face of animosity?When will your heavenly eyes fall upon your … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘I Will Love You Even After The Forever’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Poet’s Song’ by Fiza Pathan
The Poet’s Song by Fiza Pathan The book of reason is ancient as the tide, To me it is newer than these words upon my lips. My pen deludes me as I compress its nib, Upon the breast of this tender paper. This is an unusual emotion of the poet in the hermitage, The verses I have penned are now full of logical conclusions to me. No more will destiny deceive me with its fair … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Poet’s Song’ by Fiza Pathan