Poetry

The New Short Term Affliction by Fiza Pathan I said I would wipe away my tears and would never love again. I realised that affectionate words were not meant for me, they were out of my reach. I was just adjusting to my self-admonishing decree and settling down to custom. But that’s when you came in, that’s the time when you came in. You brought a breath of fresh sea … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The New Short Term Affliction’ by Fiza Pathan

The Art Of Love By Fiza Pathan The art of love is very superficial If you get my meaning, you will still fail to understand. It’s like the flu which one gets in September, and which Breaks out into measles by February the fourteenth. It is a bottomless pit from which no one arises For just like our government….someone just dug a hole and forgot to put a ladder … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Art Of Love’ by Fiza Pathan

Where Were You Lord? by Fiza Pathan   The sky is now alien to me. Its colour is blood red with defeat. They came over the mountains and destroyed our warriors They lay dead…….forgotten, dreaming skulls in the sun. In a few days what happened, we were not even prepared. Our captors did not even give us the time, to flee our homes of vice. Now another race’s flag … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Where Were You Lord?’ by Fiza Pathan

I Reside In The Land Of Zombiesby Fiza Pathan In the land of flamingoes and garbage dumpsters,I met a group of wandering zombies.They were vicious not to mention ferocious,But they saw I was hungry and fed meWith a drop of deaths elixir.I said I came from the land of poverty,Where death is cheaper than the bony graveyard. So they offered me dirty water, with some words of … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘I Reside In the Land Of Zombies’ by Fiza Pathan

Misery To My Uncle by Fiza Pathan. Misery to my Uncle, curses to my Uncle. In a pit of drudgery I shall bury him to great depths. Morose are his pretensions and gruesome are his jests. But of love, he has nothing to say. He abhors love like a slug on a red rose of maggots. All the females of this race are hags of wrath to him. Fair faces he likes to ink, with a false … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Misery To My Uncle’ by Fiza Pathan