One Poem by Abha Das Sarma

 

Whispers of Time 

 

Night keeps the soliloquy 

rosewoods eat the sun 

Do not pluck 

the sign says when 

roses there are none. 

In a slow flow creek 

far voyages appear— 

low into the clouds 

dreams rumble, 

I lay my days 

sideways 

on the strip of Gods 

like the chalk dust 

that cloaks the earth.

Abha Das Sarma - An engineer and management consultant by profession, Abha Das Sarma enjoys writing.

Besides having a blog of over 200 poems (http://dassarmafamily.blogspot.com), her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Spillwords, Verse-Virtual, Visual Verse, Sparks of Calliope, Trouvaille Review, Silver Birch Press and Blue Heron Review among others. Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, she currently lives in Bengaluru.