Redden My Parched Lips By Fiza Pathan Why did you sing your sigh for another aeon? Why does your voice chant into my nerves like a flute? Yet why is my sky so dark and black, after you have said-you’re not coming back. Now every sound I hear scratches my eardrums in pain, Your words of hate are louder than the barking dog’s curse. Why do you have to leave my world … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Redden My Parched Lips’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘You’ve Broken My Heart’ by Fiza Pathan
You’ve Broken My Heart By Fiza Pathan So the light has passed out its flame at last, This night is over you will never come again; Let the ghost-like finger smoke turn my sky from black to blue You’ve broken my heart and yet you have no clue. I spin yarns to my spindle of relatives, They cut my thread-like lies with golden scissors of truth True they are-sure they … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘You’ve Broken My Heart’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Riddle of the Insane Owl’ by Fiza Pathan
The Riddle of the Insane Owl By Fiza Pathan O look, who have come to visit this owl in her cage - three dandies and one little chick of the yellow feather. See how they spin a yarn upon my leaning eardrum, fancy-fancy just look at the large screech-owl’s toothless grin. Fancy-fancy look at me, my lovers hate me while my enemies bless me, Goblins and ghouls wish me luck … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Riddle of the Insane Owl’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Rich Householder’ by Fiza Pathan
The Rich Householder By Fiza Pathan Letters have been placed upon the glass table, says the wounded Pride who is my Lady. A teacup of mirth passes between us over a tear drop of woe, for the love that has all but gone. The nursery where the sick children lie eating their cream is packed to overflowing, No milk white for my sorrowful beauty-no fevered rest for the saddest … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Rich Householder’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan
‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan The pen’s nib scratches my flesh to the white paper bone, You demand an explanation in writing so here is my debt in ink to you. We are to pay our dues while in life-so be it, I shall pay your loans with my credit in blood. Forgive me my reproachful gaze for even I am human With emotions not yet within the … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘As We Forgive Those Who Are Indebted To Us’ by Fiza Pathan