Abdul Wahab

Gold Star - 19,680 Points [Northern Wind , Suriya , Suzlon , Ruhida]

Abdul Wahab Poems

121. You Are Not An Ant 9/8/2012
122. Meeting With Three 9/19/2012
123. Tribute To A Rock Star 9/20/2012
124. Pubescene 9/27/2012
125. I Always Get A Lot Of Heat (Song) 9/28/2012
126. Long Live Our King! (A Skit Poetry) 9/29/2012
127. My Love For War 9/11/2012
128. My Fall Is Not Your Rise 9/16/2012
129. Teacher 10/6/2012
130. That 10/6/2012
131. Rock Star 2 (Flash Fiction) 10/10/2012
132. One Bright Star 10/11/2012
133. I Love You, Too 10/14/2012
134. Two Systems 10/15/2012
135. Hell Fire 10/19/2012
136. Hey! Judas Forgive Me. 10/20/2012
137. Joy 10/21/2012
138. Magnetic Game 10/22/2012
139. Problem 10/23/2012
140. Sound 10/24/2012
141. Real Destruction 6/1/2012
142. What A Truth Under The Bullshit! 10/28/2012
143. Better Than Notting Hill 10/28/2012
144. I Am A Great Liar! 10/28/2012
145. ***storm (Popular Poetry) 10/29/2012
146. Divine 10/31/2012
147. Search 10/31/2012
148. Love Flue 11/3/2012
149. ***wealth And Weapon 11/3/2012
150. Unfortunate Man 11/3/2012
151. Sandy 11/5/2012
152. ***the Night Carrying Hundred Hills (Popular Poetry) 11/2/2012
153. Me In Your House 11/2/2012
154. Dream Man 11/7/2012
155. Ringing Heart 11/7/2012
156. A Factotum Editor 11/9/2012
157. Future Will Be My Better Present 11/11/2012
158. Fallacy 11/11/2012
159. ***the Food Of Termites 11/12/2012
160. Waiting For My Present 11/11/2012

Comments about Abdul Wahab

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/25/2016 5:15:00 AM)

    Repentance

    Sometimes you may wish
    To have life as the writings of a chalk on slates or walls
    So you may clean them, which haunt you
    Or search a delete button to start life fresh
    Well, here I am giving you one chance
    To wash all your misdeeds
    You need not any holy waters from holy rivers
    Just take a dive into your ethereal conscience
    And go to feel remorse and contrition
    You will get a new life
    And this is a promise given to you all
    And you know,
    I never cheat anyone as my name isn’t Con but Repentance

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/24/2016 4:13:00 PM)

    Clandestine talk

    A wave surreptitiously tells many a thing to a shore
    The petals of a flower are kissed by the sun secretly
    A gust of wind whispers to heat
    Come with me I have many things to show
    I think I should not be left far behind
    And I am not a fool to say
    This is my turn and I have to say something
    Rather, I ran off from my turns though many things I had to say
    Today has come that opportunity
    Please, lend me your ear
    I will tell you something very rare
    And that too in a voice, sotto
    As a candlestick tells fire
    Or a piece of stone to another
    Be a spark, I am here like water, very thirsty
    Let my bud bloom
    I will make you a nightingale
    While I will burn, you will be a vapour bird
    A wax cloud dripping down to rise to sing together
    And bring pearls from the bottom of divine life, diving.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:30:00 AM)

    Do not go too far unnecessarily
    So to unable to be followed by others
    There you do not go where you are only one
    Lonely and alone
    Do not walk the road even a step on which
    You don’t get any companion
    As you know even to do things wrong
    Persons are needed at least two
    One is for doing the act
    And the other for being acted upon

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:24:00 AM)

    i am a burden on myself
    I need to set off to be light
    Or leave myself on a shore

    The light falls upon me
    Too rusty and dusty
    To clean things up
    On me I need to focus upon

    The burden I carry
    Me, myself and I
    I need to slow down
    Or drag myself out

    Time is there
    But too immature
    I need to shed me
    To find a cure.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/23/2016 9:19:00 AM)

    Strange Race



    When I see inside out
    I surprise to see human beings are really mad
    They have so much at hand to dispose
    Yet they love to feel void
    They sing not the nightingale inside
    Not allow the muse to write they have
    The child they got but let it not to dance
    Yet they go to feel empty
    And envy the ocean which has nothing except the waves;

    Inside them I see a mine
    Full of minerals and other costly elements to bring forth
    Yet they choose to feel vacant
    They use not the house where power is stored
    Not crack a bit enough to let the rays enter
    And flourish like the wild bushes
    Yet they walk miles to think
    They have nothing except emptiness

    This race of man must be strange
    To the animals and plants of this globe
    To see them to cry and to tell only blues
    When they have ocean like heart
    Hills like mind and valleys like feeling
    But they use them like stones, pea and nuts
    And go for telling what is like feeling zero.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    A Story within a Story

    Having plots within plots
    I suppose it was a story
    And telling you that with zeal
    It was very complicate
    So, for a moment I paused
    And dived to think
    The story is telling about us
    And we are ourselves the characters
    But nowhere is the author, writer
    This is a big trick played upon us
    And treated us, as if, we are pawns
    Meanwhile you go impatience
    And pressed me to tell you
    The part next
    But how I can tell you, you are trapped
    So I pretend to forget the story
    And quickly came to the end
    To tell you that the boat sank
    If the boat didn’t sink I would be too surprised
    As nothing is used to make it
    And it has no place to go.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 10:17:00 AM)

    Irrefutable

    To say honestly what took me to poetry
    The reason is very negative
    And towards literature I didn't have a fair approach
    I have two legs, two hands and a throat and a head
    Like all normal human being
    But the sad fact is that I couldn’t shake my legs
    Like that Michael Jackson and become a famous dancer
    The throat vibrates when I take to singing
    So no chance to become a singer like Samantha Fox or Madonna
    Like Bruce Lee my hands don’t move fast either
    So I will never become a champion fighter
    When I can’t do anything substantial
    I fell on poetry
    This is very natural and was very spontaneous,
    Words come to me like blowing of wind
    And flowing of a stream
    So to say I am a born poet
    And this feeling is very genuine and to refute it, really I have no means.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 9:08:00 AM)

    My poems and your poverty

    Some of my poems
    I place to you
    To read them out
    Read them anyway
    Silently or loudly
    Either way you lose nothing
    And don’t risk anything
    You will get knowledge
    And knowledge is power
    You will be powerful and rich
    In return I will be a poet
    You take a turn, very sharp
    As you wish not
    To make me a poet
    But you know I am very sorry
    No matter
    Whether i become a poet or not
    But obviously you become poor.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 3:10:00 AM)

    Life is like a poem

    The tree
    On the bank of the river
    Is life
    Experiences are like water
    Keep ever flowing
    Fishes are ideas
    The food of the soul and mind
    Leaves are words
    Being yellow
    Keep falling
    Fruits are the results
    We mold in a poem

    Thus, Life is a river
    And a poem is like a tree
    So, on the bank of a river
    Life is like a poem.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/20/2016 2:09:00 AM)

    To claim the vastness
    Of literature written in his own tongue
    Once a friend of mine said
    Whatever he is going to write
    He has found that has been written
    By the renowned poets
    Or by his peers
    This is the absurd way
    To show his narrowness
    And he touched the height of his foolishness
    When he sees the tiny dot of literature
    Written till date by all the poets of the world
    Writing is such kind of a thing
    That can break the rules of physics
    Randomness and e3lasticity
    The stuffs are so infinite that
    Can easily defeat the theories of mathematics
    A single world has many connotations
    And each impression is taken in different ways
    To add more
    Each ways has different angels
    Making a single point so diverse
    The mind of the world cannot hold
    Not to mention the depth
    It has so many varies and degrees
    That no one dare to fathom out
    Each moment is history
    And each page of a moment is full of stuffs of poetry
    We are unable to reflect all on our writing
    The huge amount experiences
    Gone through or gained by our mind
    Till date the race of man
    Has written nothing but a speck untold world.

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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The Gutter Of Semblance

In this world there is no such thing like hate
It's a turnabout form of love
A dejection of the desire
To have what the hated person has
Perhaps all would have been glad
If there was no fate
But somehow something depends
Not on you but on people whom you do not control
You just need to pray to change their mind.

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