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The Weeping Poet of Suppressed Love by Fiza Pathan Look around everywhere you go; People are breaking their hearts in fragments of delusion. It’s insanity to follow the path of the sorrowful, Whose every heartache, burns and scorches his existence. But yet I will go on loving the wrong man, I will permanently burn my wax candles at his inglorious shrine. Wrinkles indent … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Weeping Poet of Suppressed Love’ by Fiza Pathan

The Corroding Loverby Fiza Pathan I am a discarded sculpture and I lie in seclusions turmoil.My face is eroded like a ruins surfaceI’m a misery unto my own person.I did not know that love could be so cruel,So full of wrath and indignation.But the day you flung the corrosive substance of gall upon me,I knew then that the core of love’s apple is only the worm of hate. Now in pain … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Corroding Lover’ by Fiza Pathan

Will You Still Be Thereby Fiza Pathan It is summer time before the storm you are handsome and all alone.I know though, that idleness makes us promise much more than expected. The sun is smiling over all our works, the swell of the Arabian Sea is not strong enough to drown our hopes.I know though, that beautiful pictures have the knack to smudge themselves into a mess of … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Will You Still Be There’ by Fiza Pathan

Dead Love by Fiza Pathan   The newsletter was despatched to say, that you were no more in this realm. The minute I picked up the paper and beheld your death before my eyes, All my senses faded into the eternal fire. I ran from my Mother’s home towards your grave, But heaven knows how much I have wanted to lie in the earth with you.   The congregation saw me … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Dead Love’ by Fiza Pathan

This Is the Sound Of My Veinsby Fiza Pathan Listen to the music; it is jarring and very deep.It is resonating a distortion that drives the musician into a fit.The electric guitar squeals into a painful sobAnd the bass is meditating with the beat.It is the sound of the devil, and the cry of the devil in my head.This is a distorted and contorted life,Where everything is not as it … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘This Is The Sound Of My Veins’ by Fiza Pathan