poetry

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

Ocean Waters By Fiza Pathan The sea stretches out to kiss the sky at the horizon. The azure brilliance of the clear waters tempts me to bathe in its glory. The ocean is still, as if in a mood of contemplation. It wears the blue sky like a cloistered nun’s veil to cover its beauty from the atmosphere. But the atmosphere loves the lake of shining waters and caresses it in … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Ocean Waters’ by Fiza Pathan

The Wind By Fiza Pathan Listen to your heart when the world around you seems to be clouding the sun shining forth from your soul. The wind speaks to those who are mute it sings to those who are blind. The atmosphere is serene and gentle just like the swan that swims in the pond of innocence. The breeze is melancholic when addressed with a sigh. Talk to the breeze which … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Wind’ by Fiza Pathan

The Poet’s Tale By Fiza Pathan http://ptsd-home.ca/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/poverty.jpg Seated alone at my study table I pen some poems to sell at the marketplace. I need money to eat and a shawl to cover myself from the cold breeze. So in my shanty made of tin, I write and ink my feelings in the form of verse. Last night I slept hungry-I don’t want to lie down on an … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Poet’s Tale’ by Fiza Pathan