Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1361. Friend Or Foe? 7/7/2013
1362. Sweet Revenge 7/3/2013
1363. Time And Me 6/26/2013
1364. A Peep 9/17/2013
1365. Wonder Box 5/4/2013
1366. A Revolving Sense 5/3/2013
1367. I Myself A Friend 5/11/2013
1368. An Egg 5/12/2013
1369. Do Not Pull Me Up So Hard 5/22/2013
1370. Smoke 5/22/2013
1371. Water-Less Clay 9/10/2013
1372. Do Not Mind The Fun 5/27/2013
1373. >That's The Thing That Is There 5/27/2013
1374. Let Them Fall Into Fast Asleep 5/25/2013
1375. Effect 5/25/2013
1376. The Flight Of Our Thought 5/27/2013
1377. Flying Poems 5/26/2013
1378. What Happened To The Room I Decorated Well? 5/26/2013
1379. Denouement 5/23/2013
1380. Wild Jungle 9/9/2013
1381. Politics Of Poets 5/25/2013
1382. Who Should I Afraid Of? 10/25/2013
1383. >≫Fear 10/26/2013
1384. >≫Catharsis - A Sense Of Waste 10/31/2013
1385. Scale To Check Quality Of A Poem 10/27/2013
1386. Quality Or Jealousy? 10/17/2013
1387. >≫Cloud Tracking 10/23/2013
1388. Blow Of Calumination 10/21/2013
1389. >≫You Are Only To Blame 10/19/2013
1390. In Search Of Relief 10/20/2013
1391. Master Plot 10/12/2013
1392. A Jock From Hell 10/8/2013
1393. Silence Of Buddha 10/3/2013
1394. 1991 10/1/2013
1395. Fatherly Love Ii 10/2/2013
1396. Bat 9/30/2013
1397. Keys Of Convenience 9/30/2013
1398. When Avoidance, A Crime 9/22/2013
1399. The World Of My Life 9/22/2013
1400. Monkey 9/24/2013
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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>≫Adolescence

A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quiet my mind.

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