Abdul Wahab

Gold Star - 19,932 Points [Northern Wind , Suriya , Suzlon , Ruhida]

Abdul Wahab Poems

41. The Dog In Me 5/20/2012
42. Unpleasant News 5/21/2012
43. Come, Read Between The Lines 5/21/2012
44. What Does Death Check? 5/22/2012
45. Imagery 5/23/2012
46. Talent 5/25/2012
47. My Darling Dream 5/25/2012
48. Let's Be Schizofrenic 5/26/2012
49. You Are Not So Much Ignorant To Be Over Confident 5/28/2012
50. Washing Machine 5/28/2012
51. Fools Let It Fly 5/28/2012
52. Miniature 5/28/2012
53. Best Music 5/29/2012
54. I Am The Most Marginalized 5/31/2012
55. Immolation 5/31/2012
56. Birth Of Death 5/31/2012
57. Having A Bun On The Oven 6/2/2012
58. *conspiracy 6/2/2012
59. Game Of Flower And Rain 6/2/2012
60. You In My Life 6/3/2012
61. What Is Life (Ii) 6/5/2012
62. The Wolf Is Killing 6/6/2012
63. Man 6/7/2012
64. Foolishness 6/7/2012
65. Writing 6/7/2012
66. The Beast 6/7/2012
67. Reality And Appearence 6/7/2012
68. Clever 6/7/2012
69. Winners 6/7/2012
70. My Dear Darling Shadow 6/7/2012
71. Friend 6/10/2012
72. Eyes 6/10/2012
73. Noisy Man At Home 6/11/2012
74. I Just Wanted To Go Up 6/11/2012
75. Flower 6/12/2012
76. The World Is A Ball 6/12/2012
77. Friend (Two) 6/12/2012
78. Tears Of The Poor 6/13/2012
79. Longing For Him 6/15/2012
80. Tears Of The Poor Man (Alternative Version) 6/15/2012

Comments about Abdul Wahab

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/31/2016 1:01:00 AM)

    the Bridge
    Instead of water the current of this river is fire
    Over the river is a pond
    The water of this pond is as sweet as honey
    In between is a bridge
    The bridge is as sharp as the edge of a blade
    To those who do not believe its maker
    But it is wider than any high way of the world
    To a person who believes
    If this bridge is a creation then it must have a creator.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/30/2016 7:14:00 AM)

    In this harbour of life
    Do not only moor the ships of sweeties
    Here are also played
    Grudge matches of rejections
    With ball and bat
    Plenty of runs are scored by them
    In life who are the real losers
    Rather than
    The players who are victorious.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (5/30/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    The sleep in white coat
    Comes into and sits down beside me
    And tells me a story in which
    I am not aware of that I am in a dream
    First I laugh then I ask her
    Where am I heading to end up?
    She says
    The starting and ending are never distinguished
    The points are always at the same source
    Only the places are different
    But you will never know
    Because you are in a dream.

  • 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.

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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Palm Fibre

May the hands of Abu Lahab be ruined
He will lose all whatever he gained
He will be in the flaming fire,
So, his wife the fuel carrier,
Around her neck a twisted cord of palm fibre.

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