Abdul Wahab

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/1/2016 12:48:00 AM)

    I cannot go beyond myself

    I cannot go beyond myself
    Where lies perfection flat and
    Circles round the seed of success
    I remain within my stale square box
    No matter how much I try my best
    I squarely fall flat upon my base and
    Move round a centre people call it apex
    Yet I could not get out from this stalemate
    The same strange odd stench I inhale
    No perfume or scent I get fresh one or new
    But my dear people affectionately say
    This is entirely my one sided view
    The other side of mine remain black
    Reason, I cannot go beyond myself
    Limited I lay whatever are vast and
    Great, humbly I left those all to you
    The same kind of old and cliché I express
    I repeat the same me and myself
    As I cannot go what I am not
    And air only my point of view
    As I do not know what are yours.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (2/29/2016 10:36:00 PM)

    Colour Syndrome

    Secretly once I met Jesus in a place
    Where currents are calm
    And wind did not blow
    In a voce sotto I invited him
    To visit this place second time
    Where souls are dead
    And dead men are walking.
    And I apologized
    On behalf of the race of man
    For the injustice inflicted upon him 1st time
    Gave him an assurance too
    Let not anything happen to him
    But he says, I am too frightened
    To descend after seeing how my followers
    Hate and abhor the people who are brown.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (2/28/2016 6:51:00 AM)

    Conquered Race

    It is utterly wrong
    To keep a race of man too weak and feeble for so long
    Be they Red Indians of America
    Or the aborigines of Australia
    All human beings are with souls engraved with dignity and honor
    Be they colored
    Be they white or red
    And unlike stones they all have aspirations
    They dream too to be free
    And like a caged lion they sing the song of freedom
    Like us all homeless they should get a home Independent
    And a flag for the sign for their pride
    A national song to sing their heritage
    A national symbol to show their courage
    Really it is a shame of men of 21st century
    As we have still many a conquered race.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (2/27/2016 11:49:00 AM)

    The film i saw last week

    Last week in a hall i saw a film
    Named i am the hero, directed by me
    The story is very simple telling about one man show
    Some believes some believes not
    But i am telling them all that
    There is nothing like which i cannot do with ease
    If i wish I can put out the stars with my blow
    If i wish i can make a thousand flowers bloom
    With the silent sound of my finger tips
    Again, if I like i can change the direction of wind
    Or make the rain stop by just my simple gaze
    And all are done by me not because that
    I am a magician or i know witchcraft
    But by the sheer power of my ability of writing
    I confess, i imagine and i write
    I am neither a filmy hero nor a director
    I am just a humble poet with high quality imagination
    Needed for sometimes funny sometimes serious creative writing.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (2/27/2016 10:01:00 AM)

    The wrong with me

    It seems
    Around me something is wrong
    Otherwise, the sense will not creep in
    Whatever reputation I have earned
    Will go at once with the stroke of a pen
    Of somebody else

    A sense of fear will not grip me
    If all is kept well
    And everything is done right
    Around me something must have done wrong
    So I feel whatever fame i have achieved
    Will vanish at once with the lashing of tongue
    Of someone else

    It seems
    Something is very wrong with me
    Otherwise, I would not feel
    Who I love too much will lose me at once
    With the alleged misunderstanding
    Of someone else.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (2/22/2016 3:31:00 AM)

    Thinking Day

    Laughter is a good medicine
    But today do not laugh at
    Nor be frighten away
    Seeing my stern and grim face
    I am thinking on something
    Today is the thinking day
    So many men and women
    They lay alone on bed
    And went into deep thought
    Had they found anything or not
    Till now I do not know
    But with guaranty I can tell you
    They found the causes of loneliness

    Alone on a lonely bed
    Let me think a bit
    Would i be able to fetch
    A solution of the problems
    You and all face
    Surely till now I do not know.

    Lying on my back I fix my gaze
    And set free my imagination
    And i am in another place
    A man of another kingdom
    There I clearly see
    Ego is the source of every conflict
    Here what we call greed
    That is there a ferocious wolf
    Hounding, pounding
    And eating away man’s mental peace,
    Frightened I come back to a place
    Where people want not to think
    How self cantered thinking of man
    Slowly killing their own race
    Do not laugh, please, still I hear the suffering
    Moaning and agony
    Let me think once more
    Today is a thinking day.

  • sowmyasmeen nidabitha (7/15/2015 2:12:00 AM)

    Awesome

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (7/24/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    From:
    Maiya Hershey (Lebanon ;)
    To:
    Wahab Abdul
    Date Time:
    7/24/2014 10: 40: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
    Subject:
    Great Poetry!

    Hello Dear,
    I was going through poetry and I somehow reached your page! I loved all your poems and I would like to ask you if you would accept if I use one of your poems 'Life is' as lyrics to one of my new songs and I'd love to sing it.
    I play piano and I am specialized with sound effects and atmospheric music.
    You will be featured in the track and I will link all the listeners directly to your page here.
    Please if you agree Message me back on my email maiya.hershey@gmail.com
    and If you'd like to check out my work it's on this site:
    https: //soundcloud.com/maiya-hershey
    I'd love to hear from you and keep up the great work!
    Regards from Lebanon :)

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (7/19/2014 12:33:00 AM)

    on poem ''poet''


    Oh!

    Poetic Raiyn3 hours ago
    This is very interesting, words flow nicely a great free verse choice! Love it
    Comment
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    Amazing

    Molly Charles3 hours ago
    I really love the imagery your poem provides. It is absolutely beautiful. Your poem reminds me of the poet Maya Angelou. I love it!

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (6/18/2014 9:21:00 AM)

    i am very much surprised and at the same time too delighted to know that my poem / poems have been posted, explained, and reviewed at several websites....like the following.......on Poets' Voice


    Adolescence ii
    A lot of praise and admiration,
    Kisses
    on my forehead
    pecks
    on my cheeks
    I got when I was a wind-bud of innocence
    one by one the drops of rain
    blown away
    by the bankrupt wind
    the full pant
    drew a lot of curiosity and criticism
    : when
    I was looking at the watch
    it laughed,
    the tide lashed out,
    now I find myself thrown out
    under crook and clumsy seductive adolescence.
    Head down
    Straight paths turn into snakes,
    inhale
    venoms in the air
    the taste of my senses turned sour
    unknown pricks
    the soul is heavy and restless,
    The world appears suffocated ruthless.
    Now and then
    , sentiments creep in,
    cool like hot wind blowing around
    , I do not know how to warm my heart
    and cool my mind,
    easy life becomes hard, thinking gone absurd,
    depth less burning, calm less itching titillation
    insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
    fear-guilty-under morality-frozen blood
    Reason-logic floats tumultuous overturn
    vessels in the flood,
    volcanic eruption crave quivering,
    crazy emotions all are thrilling!
    How to cope,
    where to turn,
    is easy life forever gone?




    Analysis of Adolescence



    by Abdul Wahab
    This poem is by Abdul Wahab and it is called Adolescence.





    This poem is simply about a person going through adolescence and wondering if the times where they were young kids and had nothing to worry about, the easy life, were forever gone. This poem goes through the basic emotions teenagers deal with through their adolescence. The person in this poem is reminiscing the moments as a child where they were praised and given admiration for the smallest of achievements but when adolescence took over, everything changed. It gets hard to think when somebody keeps changing the difficulty level with every year that you move on, the world creeps in on you and the stress begins to build, hormones whizzing round your body, it can almost feel like you're going crazy sometimes. This is what the poem is all about, the confusing emotions of adolescence.

    The message or main theme of this poem is the hardships of adolescence and assuming that life will only get even more merciless and tiring every step of the way, but the thing that people forget is that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Adolescence is the time in your life where you find your person, who you are, and it is the time in your life where you will face obstacles and courses that are there to mould you into the person you will be in your adulthood, every test, every relationship, every conflict, everything is there as assessments to experiment your reactions and your solutions to problems and issues thrown at you by life. Adolescence can be a painful part of life for some but for others, they like to mess around and enjoy the time they have as teenagers. But no matter which path of adolescence you choose, you are likely to face the exact situation featured in the poem. There will be a time where you reach your crisis, the bottom line and the worst part of your adolescence, where the load on your shoulders just get too burdensome and eventually everything goes out of control, Your thinking goes hazy and you can't think straight, mood swings ricochet from the walls, raging hormones beg for attention, the imagination runs wild, crazy emotions fill your brain with thoughts most won't comprehend. This is adolescence. But we all know that what goes under the surface must come back up for air, believe it or not, it does get better. Eventually, your life will balance out once you've found your inner self and you will know what you want in your future and what you need to be happy. But even knowing this, ultimately, everybody knows that taking the next step will be easier and lighter than the last.

    Poetic language techniques are used to get the message across in this poem, lots of comparison happening between the easy life turning into the hard life over the years of adolescence. The easy life being when they were tiny children, running around the playground, not worrying when the next essay is due or when the next life deciding test is coming up. The easy life where you could have fun and forget about the rest of the world with nothing to fear. Abdul Wahab compares this easy life to this so called 'hard life' of adolescence where most are basically confused and in a blur for the school years of 13-18 years of age. The test or big speeches that freeze up your blood in nervousness, worry, fear. The darn hormones that make your thoughts unclear and fuzzy, your desire for lust bigger than ever. The world suffocating and sucking the soul out of you with each boulder of an issue tossed at you. The use of rhyme is very present and very important in the making of this poem, without the rhyming scheme, this poem probably wouldn't be as appetizing to read as it is. The rhymes in couplets are a very powerful weapon because it makes the idea of the poem stick in your head properly, it keeps you reading, and it usually gives off a sort of rhythm with it.

    While reading this poem, it feels like a big helping of a pie called Relativity and it is absolutely delicious. Having something to relate to in your adolescence is something that makes you feel less alone, and more confident to know that there are people out there who feel the exact way you do as well... It's a comforting thought to know that you might not be the only one who just freaks out at the simplest things, to know you have someone react as you do when you hear that a big assignment is due in a week. In a weird way, it's consoling.

    In my short experience of poem reading, this has got to be the poem I can most relate to. It represents what I sometimes feel and it does feel nice to know there are other teenagers in the world sharing the adventure of adolescence with me. It's something that read and just wonder if the poet were somehow stalking my everyday activities and noting down observations of me. It's a comfort and a cycle of relief to read this anytime and know that I'm not the only person who feels the way the poet conveyed everything down.

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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Butterfly

Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
Where do you get so much colour?
Can I buy one, how much in dollar?

Why do you have two lives?
Can I get one, please!

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