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
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#Poetry ‘What Is Your Name’ by Fiza Pathan
What Is Your Name by Fiza Pathan Wet lips in persistent prayer answer me What is your mysterious name? Reveal your grace filled days of amour to me Caress my every wish in your tender arms But don’t keep this fleet adrift on the sea surrounding your heart Please dear, tell me your name Gleefully amass me as a gem stone in your humble abode Spend each night studying … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘What Is Your Name’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Scandalous Book’ by Fiza Pathan
The Scandalous Book by Fiza Pathan The scented book lies open to the eyes of an outsider No longer does the perfume tantalize your pretty blue eyes No more do you with your grey crayon scribble over its yellow sheets To tell him a story who was once only your delight This leather bound book now is vulnerable to the wounds inflicted by my researcher’s … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Scandalous Book’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Fifth Week Of Fever’ by Fiza Pathan
'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
#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