Abdul Wahab

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  • 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.

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  • 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

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

    Poverty


    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

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/22/2016 1:28:00 PM)

    Knitting

    On the canvas, I just throw an idea
    From my mind of a butterfly and
    Let’s see keenly which way it goes
    Neither left nor right nor straight
    The name of the path zigzag it takes;

    Flaps its wings with a sound sweet
    Sits here and there, takes an idle rest
    But no longer time it stays in a place
    So, I welcome it today to be my guest

    It comes with a bang and loudly calls
    My name to come between the lines
    From the edge of my page I peep
    With a lovely glow and lustre it shines.

    I move my fingers to hold an ink pen
    And leave some marks on the white
    But it says if I bring some metaphors
    The picture I draw will be more right.

    I spread my mind and get some
    And with them in a pair I compare
    The legs of a butterfly and the web
    With my poems to knit in wonder.

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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Dole Out Dull

You talk to me too much-
From hell and heaven to cricket match.
Still I find you a squib damp dump.
The gray matter remains nimble numb.

Poet to poet, poetry to poetry
You praise and praise.
Fragile domestic docile humble gullible-
No question learn to raise.

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