Poetries by Waseem Abbas
Ta Ta My Friend It was our talk,
The very last;
First words of her,
Made my senses blur;
Nothing could I think,
My heart started sink;
Leap by leap,
In blood very deep;
In eyes a thick ring,
Appear'd with bloody tinge;
I couldn't talk as,
As I thought to has;
I could have hears,
Nothing but her tears;
Alas! I could never feed,
Ever her pious need;
I heard the last she could coo,
Brother, I love you.
Waseem Abbas To A Pious Friend Do you think
Freezing cold of North Pole,
Can freez, for you,
My emotions. Or
Melting heat of South Pole
Can vapour away,
My emotions. Or
The beauty and riches
Of East and West
Can fluctuate,
My emotions. Or
Dazzling stars and moon
Can diminish the glitter of,
My emotions. Or
Flora and fauna
Can smash out,
My emotions. Or
The blessings the rain
Can rinse out,
My emotions. Or
The complaints you made
And in love only
Can rub on,
My emotions. Or....
No, never,
It did never,
It'll never and please,
It should never.
My love is not made
Up of hay,
That'll be burnt,
You think one day.
Mind it dear friend,
My emollient love will
Keep our pious relation,
Alive always! As it is
Immortal anyways! So please,
Never be glum,
On my loon lunge.
I know, I am
Goon, guff, a gruff.
Yet if ever, I
Meted you out the pain,
Forgive me, please again.
Never last rights,
You have on me.
Never be miffed,
In use of thee.
Yes, think only
With you me,
By you, always
In all, ever, and Forever! Waseem Abbas Mistake Mistaken Our relation was so long and sound,
Nothing bad in us had any ground.
We were still doubtfull what to call,
Our relation had no name to fall.
Once I asked if we are friends the best,
Negative she replied crushing a nest.
Torn into pieces I creepingly crawled away,
Horizon and Equator were in full sway.
Once I was shocked to hear her,
"You're my jacky ass with hairy fur."
I did not believe my ears first,
But hard to blink to see her thirst.
Direct she said and made me shooked,
"Be my boyfriend and let me hooked."
My senses paralyzed! She asked for fuck,
First I thought her a ready tuck.
I threw her away and blocked each contact,
An angel saved me, it is fact.
She has left, our relation ashtray,
Was she a girl or devil who bray? Waseem Abbas Write Well Finding no word to write,
My pen into pieces I tore.
High in contest I wanted to score,
In sixes and seven I was at four.
Writing passionately I loved to the core,
Yet coudn't print a word to lure.
I did not sleep for my emotions to pour,
Look into my eyes, they are sore.
Don't disappoint me, I am sure,
I can write, my wishes are pure.
I do not need a fare so thorough,
Let me thick forest to pass through.
I want a while to wander to and fro,
I'm not careless, my relatoins: sis and bro.
I salute those who write more and more,
My pen into pieces now i tore. Waseem Abbas