Born in Wana, South Waziristan Agency, in the north west of Pakistan, belonging to Ahmed Zai Wazir tribe, a medical doctor by qualification, now in civil service, I loved poetry when I was in school. In later years I studied some Urdu and Pashto poets. The passion remained with me for quite a long time.I had been wrting poems but I have not published any.
Universal Freedom and Love are my cherished values.I am incorrigible romantic, and love music.
My influences are Jalaluddin Rumi, Hafiz sherazi, Umar Khayyam, Asadullah Khan Ghalib and Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
Frederick Von Schiller and Shakespeare are my favourite western poets/authors.
I like the poetry of Pablo Neruda.
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Sadiqullah Khan Poems
The great Unitarian With names disgusting Abhorred the command supreme Unto his way till the end
A Woman Speaks
A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom The dreams of the years gone now subdued In the wake of reality that descends Like waves after waves on the shore
*I Am Not In Love
Until I have broken the form Until madness has not prevailed Until I am not drunk dead Until my mind speaks the sense
The great poet the lover the mystic Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram The curvaceous beauties from India
*Slow the Love
The beloved’s street I avoided In repentance of the sin in puritan desires I held to the world my hands for alms For songs for the beloveds of Solomon
When You Were Dancing
Her hands were holding the moon in firm grip Like dreams she might not she knew one day In dark of the night she will seek all life Like God I peeped into the kitten's play
*Slow the love (Sequels)
Hast thou seen my love many times The morning dew or the dusk in the eve For the lovers’ caravan to the tavern goes Neither mosque nor temple
*Addiction of Love
Ah the addiction of love Like chocolate in despair A fairy tale to the young Like a cup of coffee made
Not Like You
My hands heal My hands grow I shall rise too This murder will cause you
*Who Invented Guilt
Guilt is not to be doubted Franz Kafka wrote The human has been tied to the guilt of not having done What said the God or his prophets what the society ordained What the preachers say the first man was killed
Be the water to the thirsty Blood to the bleeding Be the arrow broken Be the nib of the pen
Alone in this loneliness Loved ones memories Like possessions valuable Out from the closets
From nothing to being And from being to nothing Long way The question of if
The small girl was sold like a slave The middle man cuddling her with a candy The fat house wife suffered blues From the riches in her neighbors
Quotationsmore quotations »
The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn o...Charu Gandhi. In response to the poem 'Just Another'
''Sometimes I feel that the historic references and the images I upload (later on when I have written my poems) undermine them.''Charu Gandhi. On poem 'The Passing'
''There is no joy, I repeat no joy, than being able to write or create with grace and style. Nothing else fascinates than the grandeur of beautiful conversation and writing.''Conversation with Charu Gandhi
''I suffer from both in reality. The second one is a constant companion. Unless you have both you cant be an artist.''Conversation with Charu Gandhi on poverty and isolation.
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The great Unitarian
With names disgusting
Abhorred the command supreme
Unto his way till the end
Devil is creator of evil
And evil of mind
Sin and wrongdoing
Who decides right and wrong
In hermit seminary and sanctuary
He too is created
In the creation’s realm
Worship the devil
He shall bring
Happiness and may
Before the great scheme
What happened on earth
Tragedy is the bleeding Ultimate
Reality unto life though
Nothing wicked nor shameful
Goodness is all
Bad or not