Leave Me Alone By Fiza Pathan I can’t bear the sound of your thunder - it’s getting me down. With all this confusion, the whirlpool of my ocean is turning around. I can’t bear the noise in my mind of an erupting volcano - the lava is your gift to me, which makes my fingers burn. Stop pressurizing me with your questions about our relationship that has broken into dust … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Leave Me Alone’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘After My Party’ by Fiza Pathan
After My Party By Fiza Pathan The party is over and all streamers lie on the floor. The red heart-shaped balloons are still pinned to the walls and the cake left untouched on the kitchen table. I’m alone now after my birthday party - the revelers have gone on by leaving me to think of you. For I did think of you while everyone drank their wine from paper cups … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘After My Party’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘You Forgot My Birthday’ by Fiza Pathan
You Forgot My Birthday By Fiza Pathan You are cruel to me dear lover, for forgetting me on my birthday. How much do I adhere to whatever false statement you utter - but you don’t care about me you have moved on and I have remained unchanged. Sweetmeats will I distribute to the lonely on my birthday - I’m twenty-five this year and yet I’m low with the burden of our … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘You Forgot My Birthday’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Unrequited Love’ by Fiza Pathan
Unrequited Love By Fiza Pathan Love birds chatter and kiss in the cage within the depths of my soul. The enchantment of amour is delightful to see and wonderful to taste. My dearest captain of the sea I remember you especially today for this day marks one year since we met. Do you remember how we met by chance? you took away my breath in your seaman’s garb. I remember … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Unrequited Love’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Sleep Of The Dead’ by Fiza Pathan
The Sleep Of The Dead By Fiza Pathan The sleep of the dead in the earth so holy and rich in memories reminds me of the one I loved many incarnations ago. The tombstone marks his burial and the grave is his bed of roses - there I rest my head as if I lie on his cold chest making me remember how to forget. The graveyard is filled with dark mysteries of the ones in … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Sleep Of The Dead’ by Fiza Pathan

