saadattahir

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Often we stopped at the coffee shop That from our school was just a hop We lazed around till late in the day Afternoon came and we sent away We giggled at nerds within the class oops the assembly, missed the mass A passing mate knowingly grins we knew for sure we were wins once we goofed through a football match The referee and players blew their hatch We'd fallen in love the day we met knew for sure love wouldn’t ever set you to the rest room, I stood outside friends when jeered I just shied marveled I at your gleaming eyes At auburn curls and your ties smiled you once, my gloom was gone scented spring and refreshed my morn The romance took us on apace Never a moment of doubtful trace There by the brook you looked at me, We bloomed beside the willow tree. You wanted us to live in suburbs grow our veggies, and some herbs Those were heady, breathless times. Ring forever not the bells an chimes Like all things else; dreams too cease. After the thaw the foreseeable freeze And then, a proposal inevitably came. Flurry of gatherings, missed my name. I saunter alone the whole day long, vain an depressed, tried to be strong tried to break from the weight of yolks an tried to befriend some other folks even you saw me with different eyes seemed unconcerned with my sighs you found someone better than me I wish that you could’ve set me free saadat original islamabad from personal files

Wish I could, just live in your heart. The human bit and the spiritual part. In fearless daring, to touch your hair. The pink cheeks and locks so fair. To reach out fingers, to those jewels. Deep blue! Star’s and moon’s fuels. In an audacious flair to hold your hand. And feel as free as the merry band. With calloused hands, but tender touch. Need not I fear, nor even a crutch. With valor to wipe off, those pearly tears. Snatch away, all your consuming fears Gallantly tell, the world, all that I feel. Boldly our love, with a kiss to seal. With intrepid courage, pick u up. From fount of youth, to greedily sup. Audaciously to lay, my heart bare. Hopelessly entangled in cupids snare. In rash bravado, to hold u close. Imbibe one from each, life’s dose! Original saadat tahir (Islamabad) (Sep 27, 2009)

Daughters are in ways proverbial gypsies. Content an playful in their itsy bitsys. They skip, they hop, Wicker basket, off to shop. Feel like the waft of calming breeze. Wide eyed look when you sneeze. Tender touch of a flower on cheek. Your loving nod yearn to seek. Add so much color to life, forget you all the anguish, strife. Vivacious laughter thrills. The nooks an crannies fills. Your heart and soul bloom. Wash away your gloom. They the tender shoots of today. In time shall bloom another day. Bring forth flowers of the morrows. To slake the torment of your sorrows. And one day late in evening shadows. Amid song, dance and the meadows. They go their way. Far away. To a new abode, a better place. To lend a cheer, to give solace. Leave the stark an silence behind. For you to find. Only the stars to guide you by. Awake in bed as you lie! original saadat tahir (Islamabad) (May 13,2009)

Hissing wind and the swishing sea with a vengeance turns the wind to lee Ragging sails, the ship is free Seagull screams in the distance see Distraught people in a ship at sway Creaking stern and the ropes'll, fray Vociferous sounds of the angry spray To ghastly thoughts the heart a prey Not a soul aboard that doth not pray Rising hands against the wicked gray O' Lord "Save us from the swishing array" Confusion mounting screams of dismay Such was the scene and even yet A man in white I cannot forget Unaware of all the cold and wet he sat eyes closed and face all set He muttered to himself now and then free from feelings of where and when The calm of his face in darkness shown with a majestic grandeur; he left his throne Thus he spoke to the people aloud "Brothers and sisters look at the cloud The lord remembers his creation's plight Through the crevice comes a ray of light The rescue boats you need not fight For yonder look the land’s in sight" Original Saadat (from personal files--Vintage 1985) (Islamabad) Dedicated to the memory of our beloved Quaid-e-Azam, who with great sacrifice and effort; delivered us a home, from the arrogant clutches of colonialism.