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 Wait' in PoetryXHunger.

https://www.poetryxhunger.com/international-poets/poem-by-abha-das-sarma 

'A Raised Hand' in Verse-Virtual.

 http://www.verse-virtual.org/2020/october/sarma-abha-das-2020-october.html

'Split' in Journal of Expressive Writing.

 https://www.journalofexpressivewriting.com/post/split

'Wrath' in Spillwords.

 https://spillwords.com/wrath/



Another Haiku in 'Haiku In Action'!

 





My first published Haiku!

 



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