My thanks to Visual Verse for publishing my poem 'ME' today:
Dedicated to the most adventurous and wonderful Das-Sarma family, which ensures that there is never a dull moment in life.
Friday, 18 December 2020
Thursday, 17 December 2020
'Summer will be here soon' in 'Trouvaille Review'
Thank you to Trouvaille Review, my poem "Summer will be here soon" just appeared.
https://www.trouvaillereview.org/home/summer-will-be-here-soon-by-abha-das-sarma
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1z-B2ejQbUpjNk_B5le5nm9gOTPd1ZLrS/view?usp=sharing
Saturday, 5 December 2020
'How do I?' in 'Dissident Voice'
My thanks to Poetry Editor Angie for publishing my poem 'How Do I?' in 'Dissident Voice':
'This is the Place' - a poem in memory of my friend Jayanthi published in 'Sparks of Calliope'
Monday, 26 October 2020
'A Story Unfinished' published by 'Dissident Voice'
I am delighted and honored to have my poem, "A Story Unfinished" published in The Dissident Voice today. Thank you to Angie Tibbs and all the other editors there.
https://dissidentvoice.org/2020/10/a-story-unfinished/
Saturday, 3 October 2020
The Vanishing Point in Life
|
Katmai, Alaska (18th July, 2018); Mother/child bears
looking for the lost cub. |
Where we begin
To return
And draw only the past,
Leave an empty horizon
A level
Above the eye;
When the beliefs
Are dropped, and pulled
Forcibly out,
Off the sea
Beyond the vanishing point
With pain and froth;
All we want
Is to leave
The things as they are,
At home, preserved
Or
May be not.
Unbound
Step out, let others reach
Leaving an empty field
Behind
An imagination of the wild
The anecdotes weaved into a life
And festive days,
The music is playing loud
In the mountains, those are seen
Someone is in the kitchen, washing endlessly
With you asleep, next to me
I remember
Life is all that one needs,
For life and happiness
Unbound, as you said
The sounds are comforting
Hammering of stone, running of water
A vehicle approaching
A dumper overturning,
The schlokas in Malayalam
They heal, all the same
And when these fail
There still remain
The mountains
The breeze.
A Romantic Death
When all is alive
I dream a romantic death
Of wishes I made
All I imagined,
A thin line
That shall grow
Into full
Moonlit night that will cool,
Mind and soul
Rest in peace
As the egret flies
From the window seen,
And along the car
A white shadow
Swift in front
The windshield,
Way back from
The birthday
The celebrations
That no more, shall be.
Friday, 22 May 2020
My first published poetry!
Spring 2020 issue of Muddy River Poetry Review:
muddyriverpoetryreview.webs.com
To get to my three poems:
https://muddyriverpoetryreview.webs.com/Abha%20Das%20Sarma.pdf


