Abdul Wahab

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:24:00 AM)

    i am a burden on myself
    I need to set off to be light
    Or leave myself on a shore

    The light falls upon me
    Too rusty and dusty
    To clean things up
    On me I need to focus upon

    The burden I carry
    Me, myself and I
    I need to slow down
    Or drag myself out

    Time is there
    But too immature
    I need to shed me
    To find a cure.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:19:00 AM)

    Strange Race



    When I see inside out
    I surprise to see human beings are really mad
    They have so much at hand to dispose
    Yet they love to feel void
    They sing not the nightingale inside
    Not allow the muse to write they have
    The child they got but let it not to dance
    Yet they go to feel empty
    And envy the ocean which has nothing except the waves;

    Inside them I see a mine
    Full of minerals and other costly elements to bring forth
    Yet they choose to feel vacant
    They use not the house where power is stored
    Not crack a bit enough to let the rays enter
    And flourish like the wild bushes
    Yet they walk miles to think
    They have nothing except emptiness

    This race of man must be strange
    To the animals and plants of this globe
    To see them to cry and to tell only blues
    When they have ocean like heart
    Hills like mind and valleys like feeling
    But they use them like stones, pea and nuts
    And go for telling what is like feeling zero.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    A Story within a Story

    Having plots within plots
    I suppose it was a story
    And telling you that with zeal
    It was very complicate
    So, for a moment I paused
    And dived to think
    The story is telling about us
    And we are ourselves the characters
    But nowhere is the author, writer
    This is a big trick played upon us
    And treated us, as if, we are pawns
    Meanwhile you go impatience
    And pressed me to tell you
    The part next
    But how I can tell you, you are trapped
    So I pretend to forget the story
    And quickly came to the end
    To tell you that the boat sank
    If the boat didn’t sink I would be too surprised
    As nothing is used to make it
    And it has no place to go.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 10:17:00 AM)

    Irrefutable

    To say honestly what took me to poetry
    The reason is very negative
    And towards literature I didn't have a fair approach
    I have two legs, two hands and a throat and a head
    Like all normal human being
    But the sad fact is that I couldn’t shake my legs
    Like that Michael Jackson and become a famous dancer
    The throat vibrates when I take to singing
    So no chance to become a singer like Samantha Fox or Madonna
    Like Bruce Lee my hands don’t move fast either
    So I will never become a champion fighter
    When I can’t do anything substantial
    I fell on poetry
    This is very natural and was very spontaneous,
    Words come to me like blowing of wind
    And flowing of a stream
    So to say I am a born poet
    And this feeling is very genuine and to refute it, really I have no means.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 9:08:00 AM)

    My poems and your poverty

    Some of my poems
    I place to you
    To read them out
    Read them anyway
    Silently or loudly
    Either way you lose nothing
    And don’t risk anything
    You will get knowledge
    And knowledge is power
    You will be powerful and rich
    In return I will be a poet
    You take a turn, very sharp
    As you wish not
    To make me a poet
    But you know I am very sorry
    No matter
    Whether i become a poet or not
    But obviously you become poor.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 3:10:00 AM)

    Life is like a poem

    The tree
    On the bank of the river
    Is life
    Experiences are like water
    Keep ever flowing
    Fishes are ideas
    The food of the soul and mind
    Leaves are words
    Being yellow
    Keep falling
    Fruits are the results
    We mold in a poem

    Thus, Life is a river
    And a poem is like a tree
    So, on the bank of a river
    Life is like a poem.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 2:09:00 AM)

    To claim the vastness
    Of literature written in his own tongue
    Once a friend of mine said
    Whatever he is going to write
    He has found that has been written
    By the renowned poets
    Or by his peers
    This is the absurd way
    To show his narrowness
    And he touched the height of his foolishness
    When he sees the tiny dot of literature
    Written till date by all the poets of the world
    Writing is such kind of a thing
    That can break the rules of physics
    Randomness and e3lasticity
    The stuffs are so infinite that
    Can easily defeat the theories of mathematics
    A single world has many connotations
    And each impression is taken in different ways
    To add more
    Each ways has different angels
    Making a single point so diverse
    The mind of the world cannot hold
    Not to mention the depth
    It has so many varies and degrees
    That no one dare to fathom out
    Each moment is history
    And each page of a moment is full of stuffs of poetry
    We are unable to reflect all on our writing
    The huge amount experiences
    Gone through or gained by our mind
    Till date the race of man
    Has written nothing but a speck untold world.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/19/2016 2:12:00 PM)

    The beauty of danger

    For the beauty of danger
    Of the vertical steep
    i seek to climb
    To the highest peak
    With delight and pleasure
    At the top i mean to say
    Whoever or whatever
    Is small or tiny
    They go to exhibit their pride
    I sink with joy
    And reach at the bottom
    To find out the darkness
    To focus my light upon
    At the womb of every root
    For the thrill of risk
    I seek to walk
    The sharpest edge
    After crossing over the gorges
    I mean to say
    Whatever or whoever
    Is too easy safe and secure
    They must be anything
    But coward and dull
    For the excitement
    Of the unexpected results
    i seek to trail
    The unknown horizon
    At the curve I mean to say
    Whoever for the fear
    Has not stepped out
    They are the most deprived in life

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/19/2016 3:54:00 AM)

    A poem like pony

    I remain awake at night
    And I walk the whole day
    In the field of ideas
    I pick them in abundance
    Write them like reaping crop
    Yet nothing comes up as I desire
    On the page I rub
    The marks of scratch are everywhere
    Step of thoughts fall pattering like the leaves
    Of an old oak tree of the autumn
    The ground is full and covered fully
    With words yellow
    And turning the colour white into black
    Like a failed crop of winter
    The pods I get but inside I find no grain
    I engage to search in the heap
    I come up with a design
    And I draw something with intense attention
    Again the picture appears hazy
    In no way I am getting the poem
    For so long I want to bring up
    The poem I want is like a pony
    On her back I wish to ride
    And like an explorer travel the whole world
    Peaks and bottoms
    Pits and gorges where
    Nature has kept her treasure of satisfaction
    In a box wonder
    Covered with flabbergasting astonishment
    Whole night I remain awake
    Whole day I keep walking for a single poem
    By which I can ride the coming world like a wise man.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/15/2016 9:36:00 AM)

    Stumble you get in treading the path of life
    Or you may get your steps upon dirt
    And inside develop a spot, a dot,
    A scratch even a crack
    To remove them you may try
    Collins, wheels, Nirma or acids
    But they will not get out
    In this case I may help you
    I am a trader
    I sell broom of forgiveness
    Buy to use it and see how they are gone with a swipe.

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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Rainy Love

Flung are the petals blue and purple
Spread bare and bask the sun
And send the fragrance to call the silky breeze
The swarm of bees booze and buzzle
While the dry leaves hiss
I wait for you with bated breath
Come, my dear friend quick
As a piece of magic cloud
Drops of dew here is not sufficient

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