Abdul Wahab

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/30/2016 7:14:00 AM)

    In this harbour of life
    Do not only moor the ships of sweeties
    Here are also played
    Grudge matches of rejections
    With ball and bat
    Plenty of runs are scored by them
    In life who are the real losers
    Rather than
    The players who are victorious.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/30/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    The sleep in white coat
    Comes into and sits down beside me
    And tells me a story in which
    I am not aware of that I am in a dream
    First I laugh then I ask her
    Where am I heading to end up?
    She says
    The starting and ending are never distinguished
    The points are always at the same source
    Only the places are different
    But you will never know
    Because you are in a dream.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/15/2016 9:12:00 AM)

    Frances Tio Simwinga, , Ha ha ha Md Abdul
    you never cease to amaze me; just a masterpiece so delicious.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/1/2016 9:55:00 AM)

    Root

    Everyone wants to see the beautiful leaves
    And seek to take flowers to their nostril
    But here I am lying alone in the dark and deep
    Though they know without me there will be no fruit;

    They are found to talk about the events
    They are found, too, to feel the effects
    But no one is ready to pull the lid or the carpet
    But I am here under the cover in the dark and deep
    Though they know without me they will not taste the fruit;

    Fever is not a disease but the manifestation
    That something inside in you has gone wrong
    Behind everything right or wrong I am the cause
    Find me out first before you go to be happy or sad
    I am here the root that causes to bear a tree flowers or fruit.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/30/2016 1:04:00 PM)

    Quality versus Quantity
    In knee water I am waiting covertly like a crane
    To flash up the carp but nothing comes up
    Valuable time is lost, no quality has been seen
    Like a swarm of bees the flints of thoughts appear
    I catch them indiscriminately like crabs in my writing
    On the dry and sandy shore of my rippled mind
    I thought one day on the paper this herd of wild bison
    Would turn to a pack of lions, but I see these to turn
    Into a battalion of a brainless sheep to eat grass
    A quantity of piled up raw meat, but no quality
    So it is quality versus quantity, at a time never comes both
    In a match when one is on the field, the other goes to hide.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/29/2016 8:45:00 AM)

    Attitude

    I do not like the atheists and the pagans
    Nor the slutty politicians or butterfly political analysts
    With the religious people whom I now hate to talk with
    I could give you all the reasons one by one
    But I do not care the whole world
    I do not see films or listen to songs as such
    If the concerned people do not care me, too
    And do not read my poems
    I would not be a sad man
    As I have alreday left them in the lurch
    It does not mean I am alone
    And face the wolves of loneliness
    Here I am with my darling
    On the bank of my life playing with my mind in solitude.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/29/2016 2:57:00 AM)

    Here is a shout
    Not calling you, devil
    With my swollen veins
    I am telling you loud
    Please go to hell

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/29/2016 2:57:00 AM)

    Mysterious Love
    If love is an inexplicable enigma
    Then gladly, happily let it be so
    And plunge the world in perplexities
    I am here with a life that is also
    Less clear but confused with mysteries
    Though clarity I sought after most
    Yet my life loves to remain ambiguous
    With life, bewildered I fall in love
    As life without love is totally ridiculous.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/28/2016 2:53:00 AM)

    Love and Life

    If life is a fine string of a musical instrument
    Then definitely you are the chosen musician
    The sound you make could be either a tune great
    Or a dull noise with the push or pull by your finger
    The choice is yours and the ball is in your court

    If love is an inexplicable enigmatic floating cloud
    Then the space in which it plays is your chest
    The color you make could be either black or white
    At present, the pigments are in your chosen fort
    The choice is yours and the brush is in your hand.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/26/2016 7:43:00 AM)

    Untold Poem

    What I wanted to say I could not say yet
    In my poems which have been written till date
    So, oh, my traveller stops here for a while
    And listen to me carefully that you have won
    Whereas I gracefully lose the uneven battle
    But in it, no ignominy I see as you are better
    And the life, later, I could not manage well
    It does not mean I will allow you to humiliate me
    Nor under the gun shall I put my loyalty on sale
    Nor can you buy my honesty nor can you bribe
    To make me say anything wrong against my tribe
    My soul is of iron made and it always roams free
    You may cut my boughs yet I stand like a tree

Best Poem of Abdul Wahab

>≫≫I Want To Die

Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.


The only son of my ...

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>≫Adolescence

A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quiet my mind.

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