Abdul Wahab

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/9/2016 12:26:00 PM)

    The ring I have
    I do not wear in my finger little
    To dispel neither the spell of a wicked ghost or witch
    Nor to attract the soul of a damsel
    The bell is not for chimes either
    To ring out
    To ring in
    The old, the new or the clichés
    In my heart that I ring for another reason
    The purposes are gyrating and stiring
    Inside and at the bottom
    To awaken
    To arouse
    The giant in deep sleep
    And for you all the good will in hibernation

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/1/2016 3:31:00 AM)

    In a poem ideas are not enough
    You need an image
    Even composing an item, abstract
    Like the shading you provide
    Upon the people scorching
    Or the breeze you produce
    While the air is so hot
    Or the goodwill you have in your heart;
    Compose a thing
    Create a situation or invent an event
    Said a man who is not an idiot
    Mere words are not enough
    Nor the rhymes, forced
    You need a metaphor to blend
    Life and ocean
    To create ripples
    But wave would be best to kiss the shore
    Or salt would the best to give your life a good taste

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/25/2016 9:35:00 AM)

    Balance

    Squeeze not beyond the limit
    I will make the lemon bitter
    Get not absolute power
    In the ring of life
    I shall make it poisonous
    Let it be love in excess
    I am the key factor
    To make your life
    Lovely and sweet
    Keep me in your sense
    Balance is my good name

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/25/2016 5:15:00 AM)

    Repentance

    Sometimes you may wish
    To have life as the writings of a chalk on slates or walls
    So you may clean them, which haunt you
    Or search a delete button to start life fresh
    Well, here I am giving you one chance
    To wash all your misdeeds
    You need not any holy waters from holy rivers
    Just take a dive into your ethereal conscience
    And go to feel remorse and contrition
    You will get a new life
    And this is a promise given to you all
    And you know,
    I never cheat anyone as my name isn’t Con but Repentance

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/24/2016 4:13:00 PM)

    Clandestine talk

    A wave surreptitiously tells many a thing to a shore
    The petals of a flower are kissed by the sun secretly
    A gust of wind whispers to heat
    Come with me I have many things to show
    I think I should not be left far behind
    And I am not a fool to say
    This is my turn and I have to say something
    Rather, I ran off from my turns though many things I had to say
    Today has come that opportunity
    Please, lend me your ear
    I will tell you something very rare
    And that too in a voice, sotto
    As a candlestick tells fire
    Or a piece of stone to another
    Be a spark, I am here like water, very thirsty
    Let my bud bloom
    I will make you a nightingale
    While I will burn, you will be a vapour bird
    A wax cloud dripping down to rise to sing together
    And bring pearls from the bottom of divine life, diving.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:30:00 AM)

    Do not go too far unnecessarily
    So to unable to be followed by others
    There you do not go where you are only one
    Lonely and alone
    Do not walk the road even a step on which
    You don’t get any companion
    As you know even to do things wrong
    Persons are needed at least two
    One is for doing the act
    And the other for being acted upon

  • 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.

  • 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.

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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The Holy Hymn

I beg to thee
I pray to thee.
The most gracious, the most merciful,
The most pious, the most beautiful.
I seek to thee
I heed to thee.
The most sustainer, the most cherisher
The most preserver, the most destroyer.
The owner of the worlds

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