Abdul Wahab

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  • 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

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  • 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.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/22/2016 11:44:00 AM)

    Confession

    I know very little now I confess
    Yet out of this very little knowledge
    I awake to do something havoc
    As I am inspired very lately
    by you all who know better than me
    And all around the world create waves
    And make a huge impact
    Upon the mind of this dullard
    Your all knowledge would be all false
    If I do not have the courage to be
    With people who are poor and weak
    And touch their weary hearts
    With the words and actions of love
    Your waves would not touch a shore
    If I do not call evils an evil and promote good
    All the lessons learnt from you will go into waste
    If I cannot differentiate among things
    Genuine and dubious
    And identify those who mislead
    And go astray including the learned you

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/22/2016 9:29:00 AM)

    Nothing will come out from nothing
    My all learnt friends said
    And I thought they were talking right
    But when I look at me I think they are absolutely wrong
    As I come up from a place of nothing
    Actually it was a crack on a wall of abandoned world
    Less water and more wind of arrogance
    All around is darkness as light is scanty
    The atmosphere takes its pride in ignorance
    From this position of nothing
    I grow slowly into a fruit bearing tree
    And this is possible for me because
    I learn the art of being alive from a thrown up seed.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (4/22/2016 7:54:00 AM)

    A story of a seed

    Once I felt the brutal brunt of negligence
    And thrown away in contempt for being useless
    And fell upon a crack of a wall like a seed
    Remained there uncared unnoticed
    But I took the full advantage of all the avoidance
    And germinated into a sapling
    With a strong will
    With the help of air, dew and sun rays
    In no time I became a plant with huge roots
    And broke the wall smashed down flat
    Now every passer- by at least once
    Look at me in wonder
    And says in murmur what a tree!

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 ...

Read the full of >≫≫I Want To Die

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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