Abdul Wahab Sharief
Biography of Abdul Wahab Sharief
I started writing when i was 15 been ever since.
Abdul Wahab Sharief Poems
Odd Men And Good Women.
Sometimes they are old, some behave cold. others flash their gold yet old men seem to get it
Craving for forbidden fruits, Craving for lies not the truths. Faith I have none, Ignore all good values for so called fun.
For The One's In Search Of Redemption.
To all those comrades who seek redemption, for sins done or just temptation. We are everywhere present in every color or nation, fighting demons of self creation seeking salvation.
Your slave till eternity I will be, Without you there is no me. I just wish you could read my mind, Therein love for just you, you will find.
Where Fantasies Live- Part 1
It is a place where symphonies greet all ears, And every being have their individual sunrise. A light so perfect to meet our eyes, Waters are pure to drink and bath,
Red petals twinkling with dew, Welcoming every customer new. So pretty a sight to behold, Swaying and dancing, enchanting till they turn old.
Two decades of my life. Two decades of my life I earned, All in one moment I learned. that life is more than purse,
A Single Moment Of Hope.
Days of hopeless fear, Can instantly dissappear. If you lack courage,
She wooed me with her smiles first, Exciting my senses and increasing my thrist. Then she would stop me just as i was to taste, Laying siege to my passion and putting dreams to waste.
Staring into the dark abyss, Hope no priorities are a amiss. What seems a simple wish, Is entraped in a kiss.
With this unsavorly taste in my soul, Feeling tense beyond control. If only her clear succulent neck was present, Perfumed with a hint of jasmine scent.
Start Fires And Put Them Out.
Its easier to start a fire, Its much harder to put it out. Its easier to be branded a liar, Its harder to get that brand-tag off.
She wooed me with her smiles first,
Exciting my senses and increasing my thrist.
Then she would stop me just as i was to taste,
Laying siege to my passion and putting dreams to waste.
Always promising love unseen, unheard,
Twisting my emotions with carefully chosen words.
Lifting my spirits if the the day and chore had them drowned,
Making me feel like a prince newly crowned.
Then when'st we meet at a gathering social,