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
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
I Know That I Love You…2409
I know that I love you, my dear, yes! Oh you name! …Lord thee bless! works with the infirm, comes home late,
Two Red Roses Ooze…21st April,2k11
…done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches" From fated gashes gurgle streams Snatch carmine rags from the seams
We Are Everything
Together we are, everything and all. Not destined to sulk, by the wayside fall. Or sit all alone.
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.
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.
Unguarded Word......Think Before U Speak...
Unguarded word, befriended bird. Weighted fell by thrice or third. Dusty grind, millers churn. Pummel ears, murmurs burn.
Daughters.....The Softness And Laughter ...
Daughters are in ways proverbial gypsies. Content an playful in their itsy bitsys. The skip, the hop,
Farmers Till …1111-11
El Niño and desertification… Broken land has long since died, clouds now for years have lied.
Burden Of Bondage…… Aug,11— Aug,23 (Days...
August 23- International Day for the Remembrance of the Slave Trade and Its Abolition. Weighty bell's departing peel. Rip ocean's heart keenest keel.
A pagoda reflects accusing fingers at the sea. As the rafted deck snakes out far to be. A distant castle floats in the delirious mist.
Dream Within A Dream… Life's Fife (Edgar...
Beleaguered past rued in rushes Hopped to stops at some gushes Sparkled swank vague tomorrows Fertile buds withered to harrows
I'M Only Eight…international Day Of Inno...
International Day of Innocent Children Victims of Aggression,4 June Furtively search for the hook. Each side carefully must I look.
Words that danced distant screens. Morphed in days to tender dreams. Whence they bloomed, barren rooms. Verdant lines now sterile seams.
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,