Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

161. >≫≫The Sound (Two Poems Side By Side) 11/14/2013
162. >≫≫The Sun 11/14/2013
163. >≫≫The World Below The Line 1/20/2014
164. >≫≫This Is Only A Single Piece 10/10/2013
165. >≫≫This Universe Is My Oyster 2/10/2014
166. >≫≫Thy Intelligence At Stake 12/11/2013
167. >≫≫Tiny Flowers 1/30/2014
168. >≫≫Unity Of Humanity 2/3/2014
169. >≫≫Unknown 6/19/2013
170. >≫≫Ways Of Transforming Life 1/1/2014
171. >≫≫Where I See It 2/12/2014
172. >≫≫Where To Go, Whom To Approach 10/24/2013
173. >≫≫Whom Do I Belong To? 1/6/2012
174. >≫≫Whom Friendship Should Be Avoided With 1/21/2014
175. >≫≫William Blake The Scientist Of Art 11/20/2013
176. >≫≫Wisdom 1/28/2014
177. >≫≫Wisdom Account 1/26/2014
178. >≫≫Wrinkled Lines 11/29/2013
179. >≫≫Your Smell Passes Through My Internet 12/9/2013
180. >≫≫Your Visit To My Page 7/9/2013
181. >>>দুঃখের অট্টহাসি 3/18/2015
182. >≫A Journey Through Civilizations 11/1/2013
183. >≫A Poet's Journey 2/5/2012
184. >≫A Tribute To Nelson Mandela 12/6/2013
185. >≫A True Friend 6/23/2013
186. >≫Adolescence 12/16/2011
187. >≫Agony Of A Bud 11/4/2013
188. >≫Back From Battle Field 5/20/2014
189. >≫Bad Fruits 11/22/2014
190. >≫Beauty 12/5/2013
191. >≫Beckon 8/15/2013
192. >≫Blank Space 5/18/2013
193. >≫Catharsis - A Sense Of Waste 10/31/2013
194. >≫Cloud Tracking 10/23/2013
195. >≫Colour Blindness 8/6/2013
196. >≫Conspiracy 12/5/2014
197. >≫Drops Of Heart Cleaner 11/2/2013
198. >≫Due 11/22/2014
199. >≫Eid Mubarak 8/8/2013
200. >≫Faith 9/23/2013

Comments about Abdul Wahab

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/19/2016 2:12:00 PM)

    The beauty of danger

    For the beauty of danger
    Of the vertical steep
    i seek to climb
    To the highest peak
    With delight and pleasure
    At the top i mean to say
    Whoever or whatever
    Is small or tiny
    They go to exhibit their pride
    I sink with joy
    And reach at the bottom
    To find out the darkness
    To focus my light upon
    At the womb of every root
    For the thrill of risk
    I seek to walk
    The sharpest edge
    After crossing over the gorges
    I mean to say
    Whatever or whoever
    Is too easy safe and secure
    They must be anything
    But coward and dull
    For the excitement
    Of the unexpected results
    i seek to trail
    The unknown horizon
    At the curve I mean to say
    Whoever for the fear
    Has not stepped out
    They are the most deprived in life

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/19/2016 3:54:00 AM)

    A poem like pony

    I remain awake at night
    And I walk the whole day
    In the field of ideas
    I pick them in abundance
    Write them like reaping crop
    Yet nothing comes up as I desire
    On the page I rub
    The marks of scratch are everywhere
    Step of thoughts fall pattering like the leaves
    Of an old oak tree of the autumn
    The ground is full and covered fully
    With words yellow
    And turning the colour white into black
    Like a failed crop of winter
    The pods I get but inside I find no grain
    I engage to search in the heap
    I come up with a design
    And I draw something with intense attention
    Again the picture appears hazy
    In no way I am getting the poem
    For so long I want to bring up
    The poem I want is like a pony
    On her back I wish to ride
    And like an explorer travel the whole world
    Peaks and bottoms
    Pits and gorges where
    Nature has kept her treasure of satisfaction
    In a box wonder
    Covered with flabbergasting astonishment
    Whole night I remain awake
    Whole day I keep walking for a single poem
    By which I can ride the coming world like a wise man.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/15/2016 9:36:00 AM)

    Stumble you get in treading the path of life
    Or you may get your steps upon dirt
    And inside develop a spot, a dot,
    A scratch even a crack
    To remove them you may try
    Collins, wheels, Nirma or acids
    But they will not get out
    In this case I may help you
    I am a trader
    I sell broom of forgiveness
    Buy to use it and see how they are gone with a swipe.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/14/2016 11:22:00 AM)

    Stone

    I am challenged to prove
    That my knowledge and wisdom are not fakes
    By the books written by scholars eminent and ordinary
    I say, nay, you are all wrong
    I know something that the entire mankind knows not
    Nor knows the plants kingdom nor the animal species
    I know some secrets
    Which the entire books of the world cannot hold
    Now you may think something I misinterpret
    Or I am heavily misinformed
    But this is not the case
    I have checked and rechecked and find the same result
    I know what i know is solidly concrete
    I know the state of the word much before the living world
    Came to live
    On this soil upon this earth
    May be you are itching to know who am I?
    I am the page of the book of nature
    In another name I am called simply stone.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/14/2016 8:53:00 AM)

    A Poet Flower

    Over the boundary inside this continent
    There lived a poet where our holy lands meet
    I did not see her picture yet I am led to imagine
    By reading out her lovely executed poems
    That she must be very smart and unbelievably cute
    She has a knack to do a postmortem upon the poems
    Written by others by cutting and tearing apart
    And leaves a bulky comment like a person very erudite
    I believe I can also bisect trisect a poem easily
    And bring its intrinsic beauty inside out
    But I told her not to do that anymore in a voice very polite
    For doing so she would be a poet friend commentator
    Or a respected critique or a reputed doctor
    But if she writes fewer poems she will never be famous poet.
    My advice, I know, always bear fruits
    And out of it others gain enormous benefit
    But it comes back like a boomerang
    And bellow the hit me very hard
    And it is not for the first time that this happens like this way
    Many times I experienced like this and run in losses
    Yet I advise friends even after cutting my nose
    This is my kind heart-ed nature and habits
    And keep doing this spreading milk of good will and generosity
    She sensed it as she is too intelligent
    And quickly hid somewhere
    I launch a thorough search
    In shrubs, herbs and bushes
    yet I do not know her whereabouts
    She must be a flower now
    Bud she was when we met in summer,
    Now it is spring
    So I suppose somewhere
    For someone else she remains lying bloomed

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/14/2016 4:06:00 AM)

    I Am A Piece Of Pebble

    This world is very rough and has edges which are very sharp
    Upon doing a little mistake you will be harmed immensely
    Or pull you down and cut you into sizes
    As they don’t know forgiveness nor they know revenge is a bloody word
    All these things happen because of their immaturity and
    For the ignorance that they nurture a lot
    Trees, flowers and rain shout at me and say I am wrong
    I tell them I have a strong desire
    And I wish my desire to be right was immediately fulfilled
    But how can I? As I have seen rolling down from hills to valleys
    From valleys to footpaths and sideways of roads
    Burning, tearing and spilling of fresh blood
    Here I find no wisdom, no sages i see to live
    Quick money is wanted by everyone without going through any hardship
    Everybody is blunt and all over here is the darkness of ferocity
    Yet upon this cruel piece of land I become round and smooth
    After every fall and collide I shun my claws and teeth
    And shine brightly to pleasure the eyes of haughty and pride
    And all these would not been possible
    If I were not born before you all and roll for centuries after centuries
    If I were not a piece of rock and later a piece of pebble

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/8/2016 4:11:00 AM)

    An Untitled Poem

    Hardly had I written a four line poem
    Sooner become I bankrupt and gone out of ideas
    Yet I thought as a poet I had done quite well
    Too quick was the untitled poem in action
    And asked me to give her a solid good name
    But how can I? But under one strict condition
    Until and unless you bring me untainted fame.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/7/2016 11:20:00 AM)

    Blue Collar T-shirt

    Don’t be unfazed and wonder
    When i say i have been there
    Where everyone doesn’t at a time rise
    And hold their head to create chaos
    And doesn’t keep minds free
    To fear not to disrespect the rule of law
    Nor be perturbed and be surprised
    When i say i have done that what
    I should not have done as we all know
    No one can get perfection yet I
    Stretched my hand and get tired
    Instead of doing my duty in my job
    But i have done one thing right
    I have bought a blue collar T-shirt. .

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/6/2016 11:06:00 AM)

    You may push me
    And sink me deep
    But like the sun rays
    I will illuminate the pit
    And shake the ocean

    You may break me
    And make me look like mud
    But like a earthen tub
    I will gather myself
    And grow the lotus flower

    You may throw me
    Or kick me hard
    But like a rubber ball
    I will come back
    With a greater rebound

    You may think
    I am a clown
    Or a house fly
    Yet I won't sit on shit
    And cry alone

    Actually I am sparkle
    Don’t mess with me
    Upon your little mistake done
    I will burn you into ashes.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (3/6/2016 8:08:00 AM)

    Flowers and Bees

    The huge white boy Indian type
    Staggered to me to tell arrogantly that
    He has built his home three storied brick by brick
    And as its owner he is proud of whereas till date i have none
    I would salute him had I knew not
    One day it would develop cracks and fade
    And then crumble down and break
    Say, within hundred years in the air it will vanish away
    Then comes a little flower of spring
    And tells me as none tells me before
    Look, how I have bloomed
    And bees are going mad around seeing my beauty
    Whereas around you i don’t see even a butterfly
    I wished I could congratulate her but I can’t
    As i know autumn is not too far way
    So soon her petals will fall with pattering sound
    And the bees will move away with a slightest hint of a storm
    I am a fool if I think they know not all these
    But consciously they made themselves
    What they are as they know they are worthless
    And ignorantly know not
    What I am making here on this page words by words
    That could surpass the worth a kingdom and
    At a time equal to blooming of thousand flowers
    And its smell and beauty is not confined only to few yards
    But could spread and reach each corner of lands worldwide
    And could last few centuries
    Or could last till the civilization ends.

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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