Biography of abhimanyu kumar.s
Born Abhimanyu Kumar.S (S.Abhimanyu Kumar Vaishnaw Ramavat 007) in Venkatgiri Kota, Andhra Pradesh(31/12/1988) , Completed his early education in Kolar gold Fields, Karnataka. He was born in a Marwari, middle class Vaishnaw family, is the youngest son of Shrvwen dass Vasihnaw and Godavari Devi. He is a native of Rajasthan and is a multilingual. Since his childhood he has been very hardworking and sensible towards his tradition and culture. At a very young age he headed the family responsibility by being a salesman on one hand and pursued the education on the other.
Most of the poems written by the author are based on his observations on society, culture and education and he has a deep routed insight into the various facets of life. The author has experienced the life from the vantage point of poverty to the high esteem richness of life. The poetic stuff produced by the author speaks for reasoning and the depth of emotion, which intensifies the whole poetry and shapes it into metaphysical poetry.
The wide range of topics on which the poet has focused, the thematic concerns covers the whole of humanity and spirit of human living.
His love poems have the purity and sincerity, which are experienced by poet himself in his part of life, his love poems speaks a struggle between love and tradition.
His poetry is sometimes difficult to understand, because it is filled with striking irony, satiric tone, colloquail usage, emotional depths, highly imaginative and also has signs of vulgarity.
The poet was inspired by his father and his brother Rajesh Kumar, who pursuaded him to take up Literature as optional at the master's level. And infact was also responsible to inculcate the taste of reading literature.
The poet is very voracious reader of literature and was influenced by great writers like Arnold, Eliot, Yeats, Tagore, Aurobindo, Emerson and others.
Man of Tradition, He has been very much devoted for its truth and maintained at his worst moments and levels.
The poet has always been indebted to his friend Khaleelulla, who has supported him in publishing his poems.
The poet has written a novella titled '19-09-2010'/Life of few hours.
The poet completed his master's degree with a rank in Bangalore University, Karnataka.
He is honoured with 'SAHITYA GAURAV AWARD'in 2016 for his outstanding contribution towards literature.
The poet is presently working as lecturer in English at Jain University, Bangalore.
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abhimanyu kumar.s's Works:
'My World Songs Of Experience And Love'
' Love Songs Of abhimanyu kumar.s
abhimanyu kumar.s Poems
' I '
I am a soul Your life force I am the driver Really just a pinpoint of life
A Farewell To Idiots
Come on, come on Join the party Mingle with our fools A farewell to your bloody rules.
I Was Dead
I had my dinner and Slept around 10 of night After a couple hour or so I found myself dead
A Lonely Heart
To the moment I can write In presence of my breath With evidence of my veins strength That I feel lonely on earth
A Critical Span
Life is guided by fate Fate is guided by her talk Fate can wait for her She has the divine gift
A Captive Wing
Never before I imagined Pushed down and removed Suddenly it raised in my actions Pushing slowly and silently
A Pleasant Day
Everything is laughing singing, All the pretty flowers are sprung. See the campus in your fun, With your knowledge in the blank sun.
Better Luck Next Time
A day will come Will you come that day? The day far beyond days A day long like arabian nights.
I Wanna Be With You
I want you I want to walk with you I want to talk I want to talk to you
Noiseless break of nerves You find many life curves Little you speak but Never you speak it.
What does a death consist And who are the one who insist It has air, water and life A child, children and wife.
I And My Loneliness
I and my loneliness Often speak about you If you were with me By days, months and years
Death, Death And Death
I see the death everyday Death in relations Death in religion and faith Death of man in man
Mysterious growth in my lines Deep words drafting over and over Had an impression of poetry Have a will to do it.
It was a cool and lucky day for them,
But it was hot and black summer to me.
He framed a special music for the day,
She moulded her tears in to my way.
Two solitary stars at once I saw,
Both were mixture of Beauty and Tongue.
The Beauty I knew was innocent,
The Tongue was strange and spicy.