Fiza Pathan

It is the Song of the Atmosphere By Fiza Pathan It is a raindrop away from my window ledge, and a teardrop away from the brine in my eyes. It comes as no surprise therefore, that in the silence of my memory, I am remembering our day of love. It was the day you presented me with a bouquet of red and yellow roses, that outshone yourself in my innocent estimation of you. It … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘It is the Song of the Atmosphere’ by Fiza Pathan

The Careless Lover By Fiza Pathan I’m frustrated with my love for you, like the love bird singing alone its ballad in the cage. You don’t care about how I have sacrificed myself, at the altar of adoration. All you care about is the drizzle in the East, which drenches my life to waste. Why did you possess me like the demon in exorcism does; to spit, wail and tear at my … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Careless Lover’ by Fiza Pathan

I See You In My Dreams By Fiza Pathan I see you in my dreams every night, as the stars shift to their sides across the heavens, I love your smile so innocent to my desires that caress your every witty mirth. In this world of visions and dreams, your spectre haunts my mansion deep in the woody arteries of my heart. Your broad chest so manly, envelops my problems into … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘I See You In My Dreams’ by Fiza Pathan

The Yearning for Heat By Fiza Pathan It is no longer a scandal but an unnamed secret, You said you loved me, and then you left-that was all that mattered. Never did my eyes cry, for the teardrops were hidden, Somewhere deep within my sockets so dark. You were the one dearest, who made these empty holes bleed Red sad drops upon the shattered foundations of our poor love. Why … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Yearning for Heat’ by Fiza Pathan

The Season of Love By Fiza Pathan The season of love is arriving melting the snow into spring, But without a lover, I cannot mend my viola, which is tuned to his sighs. Night after night, I beckon his memories into my dreams, with a silver moon enticement. He is silent forever, but I shall always remember him to my soul every dawn, when the sun washed dry, arises from … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Season of Love’ by Fiza Pathan