Biography of saadat tahir
Born and bred in Pakistan; Aquarian
…a medical doctor by profession-postgraduate qualifications in Radiology.
My hobbies includes indoor plants, interiors and woodwork… and making friends.... :)
I am a diehard audiophile. I consider myself a wide eyed student…ready to listen learn and improve.
I loved poetry when I was at school, started writing decades back while at cadet high continued through to King Edward Medical College. I had been writing poetry but I never published.
Freedom from bondage in all forms and colours, Love and universal brotherhood are my cherished values.
I am an incorrigible romanticist, I love music… instrumentals especially
My influences are Allamama Sir Mohammad Iqbal with whom I share my birth place., Asadullah Khan Ghalib, Ahmad Faraz, & Faiz Ahmed Faiz in urdu verse.
Edgar Allan Poe, Pope, Shakespeare. Somerset Maugham, Franz Kafka, Alberto Moravia and the classical Russian literati are my favourite poets/authors.
I enjoy and read other poetry/prose as well.
Beyond Understanding…Life Is Cruel but beautiful and wholesome too.
I believe…That ultimately beauty and satisfaction resides in love and truth. Reality however stark painful and tortuous is the template upon which one can build an edifice and measure the purity of discourse. The imaginative the surreal and the archaic, I feel, too stem from this very basic rule. This is mother earth with all its rainbows shams tangibles successes failures and the myriad drudgeries; we cannot escape those but for a few moments in our mind…bring it out in ideas and words…that is the poets canvas…that is were romantics and realists converge to weave and knit fabrics to clothe life and existence…I am proud to be among that select class… to do my bit as best as I can.
As we zip through our lives and observe the reality unfold…we tend to dress it in ideas and words…we come closer to nature. The closer we come to nature - the more we are filled with peace and inner satisfaction.
I am logged in to learn and express. I find Poem Hunter a very useful site for poets of all shades hues ages and expertise levels…from a smattering of places across the world; knit in the world of poetic expression that transcends geographic ethnic and religious barriers.. a truly utopian and global community. It is doubly encouraging for those voices, like mine, that would never have reached beyond themselves or their drawing rooms...
I write my mind...I'm not an expert poet just someone who likes to read and write...if your poem is good people will surely read it like it and praise it.
All my Poems are original works and ideas and are subject to copyright Saadat Tahir 2009 copying of any of my work will be pursued under the relevant legal clauses of laws against plagiarism and all copyright laws…national and international.
I took some ideas from our colleague Fiona Davidson…whose permission I sought and got. I thank her now! To poetry then!
saadat tahir's Works:
saadat tahir Poems
A Life Went Wrong.......The Denial Of Li...
On Hepatitis Day..approaching! There he is, a very sick man. Taut his face and a darkish tan.
Rakasa'T Masr….(The Egyptian Belly Dance...
Thousand ripples on the body of Nile. Eager eyes scarce rest a while. Slowly meanders and circles around.
Michael Jackson..... Across The Race! 2...
Invented themes neat and nifty. Shone as a star from five to fifty. Enigma rolled in a twisted quiz.
High Flight….The Last Roll Over! (On Sa...
”Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, -and done a hundred things
She's Gone …0802-2k15
Cousin lover friend and wife! Days now spent in sterile strife. Ginger locks by a chiseled face
The Dragon Slayer
The fire breathing heathen wretch Consuming all and raging stretch Endless tyranny and grievous burdens
Sounds Of Silence...2207-2k13
Have you ever heard in your mind the sounds that silence makes the silence that spreads like music as in splendor a dewy morning breaks
Hope......(Hope Reigns Supreme)
The hissing wind and the swishing sea with a vengeance turns the wind to lee Ragging sails, the ship is free
A Place Called Home......The Eldely Infi...
I was the proverbial busy bee Up in the attic down on my knee Brush the piano feed the hare.
Circle Of Life.......Montage
Fuzzy memoirs of the gone pasts Rigged up sails atop the masts Skipped and ambled on the ways Did the schools and the plays
Walking tall in a visage of bold. Gloom, age rolls in empty days. Raked dust, blows hot and cold.
Dedicated to all the mothers. No love stronger than mother's love, croons around and preens like a dove.
Stones Soften To Stew...0609-2k13
Many a rising sun, I have witnessed, set Wavering night lamps seen steady get A Diamond’s worth, none could match
Her lovely frock and neat ponytails vibrant flash of her manicured nails Oohs and ahs of farewell at school
Shadow Of Swat
swat is the restive heavenly valley tucked in northern pakistan where acrid smell of gunpowder mingles with the sweet scent of conifers and aroma of truffles.
My valley once echoed with avian songs;
Now here, are committed dreadful wrongs.
Life itself is trussed with thongs
How for freedom, everyone longs!
Thuds and booms make me shudder.
Gone is the taste of cheese and udder,
or soothing hum of the millers wheels,