Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab
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  • ''‘' No idea is an idea if it does not take out ignorance and eliminate poverty ‘'''
  • ''''' Love for knowledge is equal to love for life''........nw''
  • '''' Who love knowledge they love themselves''.........nw''
  • '''' No words are words if they are not used to sharp your mind and bend you to seek knowledge''..........nw''
  • '''' A thoughtful face is better than a smiling face.''........nw''
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  • 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)


    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)


    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

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/25/2016 12:26:00 PM)


    Poverty is like an iron cover with several holes in it
    Through which pass some invisible rays
    They fall upon you and you slowly go dry
    When they slyly suck up the sap of your body and brain

    You cannot move as the cover works like chain
    And cannot think big and pose as brilliant either
    Within this dome like structure the space is too less
    Deflated you look and feel like a fallen flower
    Yet you cannot do anything to bring a relief of rain
    The invisible rays act like dykes
    To make obstacles after obstacles
    In the way to break away the walls of this prison room.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/23/2016 11:52:00 AM)

    First Love Letter

    I find a piece of paper in dilapidated box
    In the corner of a room of our ancestral house
    It is yellow and has developed several creases
    And wrinkles from its folds and perhaps for its
    Old age it lost its lustre and appears too pale.
    I open it with care and thought it might be
    An important document of my grandfather
    Telling us secrets about his hidden treasure
    Sand in my sugar, I quickly change my hope
    After reading the salutation and the first line
    I go back fondly and forced to remember
    Her name, her face and our meeting place
    Where she used to give me her love letters
    It was my first and so I kept it with much care
    As one keeps his or her valuable treasure.;
    Now I keep it in my pocket to read it alone
    When I am on bank of a river and in solitude
    To recall her tender love in my cuddle memories

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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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