Nestor’s Nothingness! ...Empty Existence. Poem by saadat tahir
Nestor’s Nothingness! ...Empty Existence.
Unanswered, thrusty heave,
destined; for the desert cleave,
bereft of life.
Blazing sun’s spear returns. Strife!
Underlay of my desire,
My raging fire,
redolently irrigated; by,
sparkle of my bloods lie.
I revive a thousand years,
shake hands with fate, its sneers.
Again, awake, aghast I shy.
Cringe I cry.
From my heart’s cherished dirt
Blazes burn, the body learns. Spurt!
Turn the cheek, yet expect,
Meekly resurrect.
Eternally amazed.
Dumb, crazed.
Denied.
Silently cried.
Plunge; oh hooded one! Softly,
my ideals are lofty.
Lest I cry out in a wrenching shriek.
Labeled unworthy, less ardent freak.
The treachery of time,
ticking somewhere, in realms sublime.
Observes,
loath, conserves.
The blade, wipes!
For the coming swipes!
I bow, I the criminal, I the crime.
I know? Nothing is mine!
(Islamabad)
(July 03,2009)
wow, , that was an amazing poem filled by so many feeling wonderfully expressed.. Silently cried. Plunge; oh hooded one! Softly, my ideals are lofty. Lest I cry out in a wrenching shriek. Labeled unworthy, less ardent freak. The treachery of time, ticking somewhere, in realms sublime. Observes, loath, conserves. The blade, wipes! For the coming swipes! I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine!
You have brilliantly painted time as an enemy and your words are powerful and carefully chosen to have the effect of nothing as the outcome. Great poem! 10 Karin Anderson
Dust in the wind..everything is dust in the wind..what are we but drops of water in an endless sea of nothingness but light..I got it, Saadat. Thanks for sharing. A.
The treachery of time, ticking somewhere, in realms sublime. Observes, loath, conserves. The blade, wipes! For the coming swipes! I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine! Confession....why should one empty a nestor to feel guilty emptying one's own life...then to call it a mere existence....I think I got that correctly...you tell Saadat...needs more readings...thanks
The paradox in the last two lines is catchy and ends up the poem well. Good poem, Saadat.10
I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine! ...wow...liked your thought process....10+
i bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine...ok...inside these words are unmeasurable thoughts..cheers dear..grace!
Each line has a profound thought. Specially from this line 'The treachery of time, ' to the end i liked it most. Well, what to say? its one of best reads.
'I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine! ' hey sort of confession Sadaat? , ... i mean even in of my i asked the question to..am i the Hitler or Ceaser? ... ... this is sort of different one indeed.. i liked it.. you v used very powerful words.. 10++... regards shan
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12/5/2025 8:50:35 AM # 1.0.0
I'm a little lost of my way but it was expressed in a proper manner, although I didn't catch the theme of this piece in one read. I presume it's always there only I didn't see it. It could be just at the back of my mind. What I like from this piece is the rhyme, it really fits every line written. The lines were carefully carved into vivid images out from carefully chosen vocabularies. Thanks.