Biography of Abha Sharma
I am here to appreciate and contribute some creative impulse which we all as humans experience time to time. I want to be in contact with those few people who create miracles out of words and images.I am an ardent Literature reader and read whatever good and creative come in my way.I have written some poems on such issues where I need the support of the readers, hope this way we all may contribute to uplift the society and eradicate evil.
I am married to an engineer and a proud mother of a charming daughter.
I have read Literature from Pre-Chaucerian era to contemporary, literary theories, American, Indian, Caribbean, etc..
I teach Literature upto post graduate level and groom students who take NET exam in literature.Linguistics and English Language Teaching are my special fields.
Abha Sharma Poems
2. Oh God Why Me?
A bomb blasted in the train Many people lost their life A little boy orphaned Cried: Why only my parents….?
Stream Of Consciousness
The canvas of Human mind Conveys the multidimensional kind, By the three Layers of consciousness And the double layer of time.
9. Breathing “between” Two Worlds
Whenever I am happy The maternal eyes stare Who had lost her child In the bus accident
8. Eternal Friendship
The two great friends Birth and Death Conspired for humans, Lament and Breath; The natal twinge the infant could never express
Fear In A Handful Of Dust
I am afraid of Failures……… I am afraid of Destiny…….. I am afraid of Death……… I am afraid of loosing you my love.
5. Aftermath Of Thirteenth: United We...
No doubt the terror was struck on thirteenth No doubt the innocent lives were snapped No doubt the widows wailed and children orphaned No doubt the heritage pink tainted bloody red
A Paradigm Shift
Driving straight is fun But careful dive along bow bends, Trivial anticlimactic stances Breed carking differences
Superstructure from material infrastructure Social, economic, historical Attitudes, values, Ideas, Conscious mental states
What Is Life?
Living A breath in trance; With An incessant struggle;
7. O’ Wonderful Love
Love is Eternal they always say More than that is proved in a day, It is wonderful to be in Love
6. Say ….? ? ? ? ? ? ….. ‘click’
My esteemed reader Warm greetings welcome you But ah! Something is missing It should be between us
Shakespeare’s Tragic Flaw....... [a Lite...
‘POETICS’ concocted with decent science When ARISTOTLE the noble treatise design, Brooded the BARD with ionic pen
Metamorphosis Of A Reader
So many words So much to read Poems, stories, dramas, Articles, essays, treatise.
The English Language Learner
I found the English language fascinating Without the knowledge, my confidence breaking, Discovered a centre whose banners shout
A budding poet learning to express
Pouring the images of the conceived world;
The sensibility maturing with years
The abstract becoming concrete and the concrete abstract;
Shares with the world the inner core of mind
Few dropp deep with him the rest read and don’t mind.
What is it?
Is it Wordsworth’s overflow of Powerful Feelings