Poetry

It was a time long ago before I knew about the blood flowing through my veins, That was the day a man made me cry my wet drops down my cheeks. I remember he was a guitar man who turned on his girls with a tune, But this musician strummed my feelings into motion with his rifts. I sat next to him on the college bench as he kept up the beat of the class, And that was when the … [Read more...] about #Poem The Guitar Man Who Made Me Cry: Fiza Pathan

They said you wanted a job while you were in town, You could write, paint, and sculpt as your customer pleased; I want you to come over to my studio and take a look at me, And paint me a picture on the basis of what you see. I don’t want a masterpiece on a big snowy while canvas, Just a daub or two will be good enough for me; Use a bit of blood red for my tired eyes, As I sit … [Read more...] about #Poem Paint Me A Picture: by Fiza Pathan

    Before I was bleeding myself many times over love long demised, I tore down my happiness into debris of sad memories; That’s when you all came with your tiny steps towards my loss, You said the words of forgiveness and I tried to stop looking back. You were one but then you multiplied into your friends a hundred times, So many little ones looking up to me with … [Read more...] about #Poem My Children: by Fiza Pathan

  Tell me all about him one more time, I don’t mind the pain it causes to my wounded spirit; I can hold the rivers from my eyes in check with the dams of fortitude, So go on and sing out his name once more for me. Tell me all about him one more time, His tender touch still caresses my being even though I’m no more; I died the day he said he wouldn’t return, The sting of … [Read more...] about #Poem Tell Me All about Him: Fiza Pathan