To you dear newbies I say welcome! Warm welcome to where you’ve come Don’t be lost when parents are gone…
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.... :) [email protected] 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. Random Ideas: 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!)
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(baad'e samoom... wo tazeeana ik lehad ka …urdu) Just wanted to buy Aasma a doll! If possible for Haider a plastic ball!…
'Konkani Mai Ascends the Throne' (Hyperlinks are highly recommended to grasp the aura of this poem) Dedicated to the memory of Fernando da Costa Leal…
I quiver, the day is here an no time is left. when heavens will fall, when life is bereft in despair I craze, must I part with my bliss? wounded my heart; aches for the slaking kis…
Screwed up face, even a mother cant love, smirks at the red from the neck of a dove. Your sons and dogs have run amuck!…
On Hepatitis Day..approaching! There he is, a very sick man. Taut his face and a darkish tan.…
And I am blown along a wandering wind And hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.' And fainter onward, like wild birds that change Their season in the night and wail their way…
Chewy, delectable to flutter out lies, when one can easily say goodbyes. Recall recollect hardly a compense.…
Verily nip yon repulsive bud. Roil hands in frothing suds. The black prince spurs. Thou callest em racial slurs.…
Fell in a dream munching heaven, Left just one, did all eleven. Dreamt of a castle made of cream.…
Silent the night set free by light as glowing day shreds the gloom Lift a hand to touch the morn…
(Warning: unsuitable for those not interested in long winding Homeric themes. But a warm welcome to those that know her well… :) …besides its valentine time… ;) …) It was so much…
I was the proverbial busy bee Up in the attic down on my knee Brush the piano feed the hare.…
Cavort spin from side to side puff away in my minds eye careless from all time I bide swirling robes like incense I…
Is it in your sight? The time of flight Is it here or is it there?…
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