Abdul Rahman's Page

Real Full Name

Abdul Rahman.S.K

Literary Pen Name

Abi

Nationality

Indian

Languages

English, Tamil

Country of Origin

India

Country of Residence

India

City of Residence

Chennai

Biography

I'm a Science student and I finished my M.Sc.,Chemistry. It's a great thing for me to WRITE and read poems. I feel it's a good thing in me...

Poem #1

VISIONLESS
Born with a curse, beginning with a cry,
Left the Heaven for this World to try
And to inundate their lives with joys and love,
Do any magic verses could cure them and how?
Starving in the dark, they wonder;
Perverting – being born here was their blunder.
Daunted they make a step, but never knew where,
Frail they are since blind they were.
Twice as lonely as like the Moon,
Living with the love to see this World soon.
Care, aid and senses they need,
Reach things slowly as they are weed.
None could explain them what a colour is,
Its also the ugly sins they miss.
Wish, may all the blinds see the World – rather
The World should not see any blind further.

Poem #2

THE POET'S FAVOURITE GIRL
Best poets are always divine,
Even in utter dark they shine.
For them life is a flourished olden art
In which they always want to become a part.
Once, a poet of this sort was in worry.
To make his hapless son merry
His lurking Lord offered him a boon,
In a trice he asked me to reply soon.
I'm wishing not for a Lynx's sight,
A novice always won't be right.
I also not wish for the Nymph's kiss,
It's only my "Pale Rose-Winged Angel" whom I miss. (The poet replied)
Nothing in this World singly arise,
I never meant that a true love will demise. (The God said)
Since I loved so, my wish was granted.
But there was a reason: I neglected. (-)
Oh Lord, now thy girl is mine,
And adding taste to my supper like wine.
Calling even the Moon towards her scent,
Making even the hot summer pleasant.

The Poet's World was thriving,
As his glee, with his favourite girl was growing. (-)
Time turned, the girl bloomed,
But his likeness for her, never gloomed.

The World goes by the Dominion's guide,
Now loneliness is the condition he laid.
He may force the lives to depart,
It's us whom he wants to tear apart.

Let not the Lord eat her with pain,
As she won't reincarnate ever again.
Oh Lord, clear her mind which preserves me,
For her I'm always the "Well Wisher" to be.
It's true that pleasures are none but sad,
I'm not enthralled by love to go mad.
Loosing his all: the poet recited
"The World's love lost to the Heaven's mere delighted.

Poem #3

HOPING FOR A CHANGE
Blessed the life just to breathe;
Decried to be an orphan
But made as mild as saffron.
Restraint to respite, to rove and to soothe
For a denizen of an asylum with a forlorn hope.

Somehow I brought me till eleven;
Though I cried with cough and cold
There were many to scold.
I will say no words, no prayers to the one in heaven
Till I get a soul for love exchange.

I ate no food of sugar and oil;
In the church, they said Moses brought ten
But my asylum makes many and no fun.
When escaped my living would spoil,
And I'm forced here to count
Not the days but the years to change.

Poem #4

WINNING LOSERS
"Hail the Truths" though the highs prevails the pot.
The Sky shows nothing but the dreamers open their eyes
With whispers rising; for a few, this World won't be nice.
Powers make the dust shine and the history repeats here,
Bills thrown to cross the bar and to crown bear.
Not the good had slacked and slowed in its sleight,
It's the "Mud Doped" human mind which provoked the plight.
Feast in the penury for the perdition is nothing but tears,
Won the name, killing the truths with lies without fears,
Here true hope dies when this "Winning losers" are lot.

Poem #5

COFFIN


There is the Coffin! There is the Coffin!
Heading towards the grave,
Lifting it would be the act of brave.

It is the Coffin! It is the Coffin!
That no people can share,
On staring it, there comes no dare.

How is the Coffin? How is the Coffin?
Just made like a bowl!
Finished comfortably to rest the soul.

Where is the Coffin? Where is the Coffin?
Taken to hide until the “Judgment” Day
Going Where? To the Heaven or to the Hell - none can say.

Website #1

http://allpoetry.com/liebabdul

Website #2

http://www.liebabdul.spaces.live.com