The Wandering LoverBy Fiza Pathan Since this lover has witnessed your departureShe has been dreaming sweet wishes of your return.In sorrowful fits in the darkness of my reverie, I dreamThat it is me who wanders about in your territoryAmong the members of your tribe.I search for your home, but I find naughtWhat is my heart’s desire,No droplet or driblet of your existence.Oh my … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Wandering Lover’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘Stay Away From Me’ by Fiza Pathan
Stay Away From Meby Fiza Pathan The most heavenly smileCannot light up my face into wrinkles of laughterLike the way your beaming grin does.When I behold your boyish looks,I am speechless and my heart feels drunkLike a mariner on the dock.I feel like a living beingWhen I contemplate about you while at leisure.But honestly,You’re a beacon of freshness in my sad life,But I can’t … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Stay Away From Me’ by Fiza Pathan
#shortstory ‘Following A Dream’ by Fiza Pathan
Following A DreamHe looked up and found his handmade sackcloth upon the shelf of his room. He picked it up and stuffed into it a few of his belongings…charts, papyrus, scripts, a reed pen, a small crystal and a few scrolls. His wife and three sons came into the room with tears in their eyes.“Father, please don’t go,” beseeched one of his sons, kneeling down at his father’s … [Read more...] about #shortstory ‘Following A Dream’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘SACRILEGE’ by Fiza Pathan
SACRILEGEby Fiza Pathan Sacrilege is the tower of this nation,Under my chest and within my heart which burns with hate.Rage in turbulence and damnation valid,Are all of my thoughts-dreams-desires.Forsaken am I, to the hounds of my weary mind.I have not had even a moments rest,I have no peace within me to call upon when I am in need.Since you said plainly, that you did not want … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘SACRILEGE’ by Fiza Pathan
#short stories ‘Do Not Hate Me’ by Fiza Pathan
Do not hate me Mr. Wilkin who was 87 years old lived alone in an old Victorian cottage in the country. He spent his days growing carrots in his garden and writing letters to his best friend who lived in Jerusalem. Mr. Wilkin had three sons who did not stay with him. The eldest Noel was a Bank Manager in London, and was the apple of Mr. Wilkin’s eye and his favourite. The second … [Read more...] about #short stories ‘Do Not Hate Me’ by Fiza Pathan