Abdul Wahab

After sucking me to the bones

May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

There in the side way of the lane
I stayed for few months
Without food
Without care and love
But today to your utter surprise
You take shelter under my shade
Now you must be too curious to know who I am
Then silently go and ask the beam of the sun
How did it with soft hand touch the heart of the blanket wind
Or ask the cloud how did it moved
And responded to the thirsty call of the crying clod
I am love and I am born
Tearing out the hard shell of neglected seed
And turn into a huge tree of love
Mothering the pro-genies of life.

Abdul Wahab

In a poem ideas are not enough

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Even composing an item, abstractLike the shading you provideUpon the people scorchingOr the breeze you produceWhile the air is so hotOr the goodwill you have in your heart;Compose a thingCreate a situation or invent an eventSaid a man who is not an idiotMere words are not enoughNor the rhymes, forcedYou need a metaphor to blendLife…

Abdul Wahab

I find a piece of paper in dilapidated box

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

It is yellow and has developed several creasesAnd wrinkles from its folds and perhaps for itsOld age it lost its lustre and appears too pale.I open it with care and thought it might beAn important document of my grandfatherTelling us secrets about his hidden treasureSand in my sugar, I quickly change my hopeAfter reading the…

Abdul Wahab

After long rest my sensors ceased to work, I accept the things as they are, no hidden meanings, straight and linear, crafts need twisting, I am afraid of the pain, this flatness brings a bowl of peace from the east, I want it to drink to the lees, dig not out the skull on the surface from the deep, I am relishing their relation normal and very cordial, do not put their heads down and asses up, up side down, down side up, now upset me, I have seen unnecessary storm, now let the sea be calm and cool, wash out the rings of your face, I am now hating any colour, spiced eyes give me trouble to digest , the plain wind tastes delicate and delicious the things appear when they are paint- less

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Abdul Wahab

Hope is a bird

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Sits on the boughs of the soulAnd sings the song of how to be remain aliveIt sings when the dream breaksIt sings when overturn the shipsYou are at the bottom andFar away is the beachAt that time it teaches youHow to ride from bottom to topHow to swim to reach to the beachHow to rebuild…

Abdul Wahab

All short stories are connected

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Plot written by a master of all masters with all the devicesAppeared to us unknown and mysteriousHe did not give us only to readBut also made us characters which compounds the mother of all complexitiesAs we never go interpreting our moves remaining unbiasedHe makes us jealous, tooBut such is the glorious plot He hasOnly a…

Abdul Wahab

One womb

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

A problem for paternitySperms of a manAnd many wombsWill not deny you your paternal identityIn an extreme conditionPolygamy is an exception and for man onlyTo save woman from being a street property.

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