Category Archives: Poetry

  1. Go on…


    19/01/2018 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I begin with a promise To myself, And to you in turn. I will not pace myself With fiction. I …
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  2. Wept


    31/08/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Tears marked the trail Upon which we walked. Your every slip, Your every skip; Learnt by rote And washed in …
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  3. Oh. It’s you.


    07/03/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Oh. It’s you. I was expecting some else. Why don’t you walk a little Away from me? I am a …
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  4. Valentine’s Day


    21/02/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    He asked her what she wanted. She asked whatever for? It’s our first Valentine’s Day. We should do something Romantic, …
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  5. Quote 10: Pope John XXIII

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    08/11/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    An age old adage and An older solemn man Gushing proverbs And hackneyed Stories. Bustling fire, Around them folks Of …
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