poetry

Nervous By Fiza Pathan Nervous have I been of late but not mad - well not completely mad. How could I be mad - I’m the sorrowful poet, Who can’t sell a piece of poetry Because of the fear that stalks my path wherever I go. I’m being followed by a ghost from my past. It’s a hideous creature with long sharp claws to tear at my flesh, And a black hood to cover his … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Nervous’ by Fiza Pathan

The Pauper Poet By Fiza Pathan I have not sold a single piece of poetry to the impoverished. For they do not comprehend art-who can think of the creative goddess, When one is in need of food, clothing and shelter. I too am poor and so I spend my days selling my verses for a rupee. I sit near the station and watch the trains passing by; And it is at this point of time … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Pauper Poet’ by Fiza Pathan

The Impoverished Poet By Fiza Pathan I was selling my poems on the streets last night when I saw you pass by. You look different now but my heart recognized you. You were on the way to the station and were in such a hurry That you didn’t recognize your old lover. I lamented till tears brought me relief My lover has left me behind and has moved on. But I have stayed on … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Impoverished Poet’ by Fiza Pathan

You Were My World By Fiza Pathan My world has grown colder ever since you have refused my proposal, My world has grown desolate without anyone to call me by my true name. My world has grown weary ever since you have destroyed my hopes, My world has grown empty without your love and your comforting embrace. My world has grown sorrowful ever since you said you hated … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘You Were My World’ by Fiza Pathan

Woe To The Desert By Fiza Pathan The desert bakes in the heat As I lay down in the sands. I’m passing my time talking About liberalism to the rattle snake. I’m waiting for the rains to come, and Quench the thirst of this hot land. My lover has certainly forgotten me, and so I sleep with the scorpions who sting me a lullaby. Their sting so sharp makes my flesh swell … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Woe To The Desert’ by Fiza Pathan