The Rich Householder By Fiza Pathan Letters have been placed upon the glass table, says the wounded Pride who is my Lady. A teacup of mirth passes between us over a tear drop of woe, for the love that has all but gone. The nursery where the sick children lie eating their cream is packed to overflowing, No milk white for my sorrowful beauty-no fevered rest for the saddest … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Rich Householder’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan
‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan The pen’s nib scratches my flesh to the white paper bone, You demand an explanation in writing so here is my debt in ink to you. We are to pay our dues while in life-so be it, I shall pay your loans with my credit in blood. Forgive me my reproachful gaze for even I am human With emotions not yet within the … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Captain of Love’ by Fiza Pathan
'Captain of Love' by Fiza Pathan The autumn sigh has long come my way, The breeze has told me about your love all over again; Don’t say you have forgotten the vows that you bled before the altar to my soul. I can’t understand why the winter presses on, when I am aware that my night has lost its dawn. The world has changed all around ever since you have left your name, … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Captain of Love’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘You Left Your Memory With Me’ by Fiza Pathan
You Left Your Memory With Me by Fiza Pathan They worship the sun’s rays which burn my mind to scorch; They blacken my face with charcoal black, to beguile the consort of a fiend. But I know what is that has come to pass, You have surely left me behind. The pepper flowers you sprinkle into my sockets So that I may taste the kindness of my sorrow; My life now is a … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘You Left Your Memory With Me’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘A Known Stranger’ by Fiza Pathan
A Known Stranger by Fiza Pathan I am not a lyricist but I do possess a pen Its blue ink pours out words of love upon the page Like the merchant who pours our crushed almonds on his rough mat I am not a poetess to the world But when my dear sonnet in human form came unto me Since then, I’ve been strumming the chords of my heart to tantalize my senses I heard once there … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘A Known Stranger’ by Fiza Pathan