'The Fifth Week Of Fever' by Fiza Pathan It’s the second week running and the fifth week of fever Ever since I read the block of cold marble stone within your heart Your neglect and your apathy towards me is piercing my fleshy red heart as a beetroot Why not cut it and churn out the blood as a dish fit for your anger Keep me away for a day and keep the sun in the palm of … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Fifth Week Of Fever’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘The Scholar’s Pen Nib’ by Fiza Pathan
The Scholar’s Pen Nib by Fiza Pathan The somber flame leaps up from my pen nib’s nonliving chest Making me tell to you what remains untold. The scholar is sleepy and the cats have got their dinner So why run, let’s wait and gaze towards the fountain pen That sprouts out ink blue lessons of old. Coffee is served up to the table, rich and inviting for a taste Softly you … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Scholar’s Pen Nib’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Monsoon Has Left Us’ by Fiza Pathan
The Monsoon Has Left Us The monsoon has reversed its course through the hills And I am missing the raindrops patter Along my way to the church door I see spectres of disillusionment which forces me to contemplate The communion of bodies does not invigorate my senses within The spirit is but a dewdrop glow upon the broken window glass I close my heart and pray with my … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Monsoon Has Left Us’ by Fiza Pathan
#Story ‘Mother of the Mount’ by Fiza Pathan
Mother of the MountThe authorities were finally unanimous on one topic – the crowds at the Mount Mary’s during September were getting larger and larger and it was getting very difficult to control them. Furthermore with all the attention Mother Mary was getting, the police were afraid that if a crisis were to take place it would be very difficult – almost impossible to maintain … [Read more...] about #Story ‘Mother of the Mount’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Poet in Pieces’ by Fiza Pathan
The Poet in Pieces by Fiza Pathan Broken flower pots and unattended rose bushes Care to tell me some more about the way you have neglected me The door you left open stands still awake to all your torments And poetry still flows out from inside the house you let slip away Within this abode of withered hopes and pent-up demons Calls a cackling hag now to you who you once … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Poet in Pieces’ by Fiza Pathan