Saturday, December 31, 2016
Monday, December 26, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Abhay K. after receiving the first copy of CAPITALS: A Poetry Anthology on the Capital Cities of the World
Abhay K. after receiving the first copy of CAPITALS: A Poetry Anthology on the Capital Cities of the World edited by him and published by Bloomsbury. One of its kind, anthology includes poems on 185 capital cities written by 173 eminent poets from all across the world. It is available here
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Monday, November 7, 2016
Abhay K. features among Burlington Writers Workshop Authors 2016
Abhay K. features among Burlington Writers Workshop Authors 2016 alongside Jensen Beach, Josh Booton , Tara Deal, Robert Earle, Karin Gottshall, Paul Hostovsky, Sandra Kolankiewicz Sandra Hunter, Sydney Lea, Kerrin McCadden, Arthur Plotnik, Sean Prentiss, Warren Read, Julia Shipley, Peter Vanderberg, Nance Van Winckel, Tony Whedon and Diana Whitney.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Monday, October 3, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Poetry Salzburg Review to publish three poems by Abhay K.
Poetry Salzburg Review (PSR) is one of the world's leading poetry journals published twice a year. Please subscribe to it. It is worth your every paisa. PSR Subscription
"PSR is a consistently good journal, with a book-like satisfaction."—Vahni Capildeo, Winner, Forward Prize, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Nalanda Poems by Abhay K.
Archaeological complex of Nalanda Mahavihar has been designated as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. On this great occasion sharing Nalanda Poems by poet-diplomat Abhay K first published by Poetry at Sangam.
1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda
Bakhtiyar and his men
play buzkashi in my alleys today
monks are being burnt alive; and
those who try to escape are beheaded.
1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda
Bakhtiyar and his men
play buzkashi in my alleys today
monks are being burnt alive; and
those who try to escape are beheaded.
Dharmagunj – the nine storied library
has burst into flames
smoke and ash from burning books
have turned the day into night.
The sun has disappeared from the sky today
and even my bricks bleed,
sacred chants that once purified Magadha
have turned into shrieks of a falling humanity.
The light of the world is fading today
to face ravages of time alone
abandoned, scorned, forgotten
or perhaps, to be reborn into many Nalandas.
2. The Rise of Nalanda
Forlorn under the red earth
buried for centuries
I rise today like a phoenix,
eight hundred years later
from ashes of my burnt books.
I open my arms today to embrace you
whoever you are, from wherever you are
come, walk into my enlightened fold
as once Buddha and Mahavira did
seeking shelter in my groves.
I remember Hiuen Tsang and Faxian –
the seekers from the East,
I hear footsteps of Aryabhata and Charaka
in my ancient compound today
you too come; come as I rise again.
has burst into flames
smoke and ash from burning books
have turned the day into night.
The sun has disappeared from the sky today
and even my bricks bleed,
sacred chants that once purified Magadha
have turned into shrieks of a falling humanity.
The light of the world is fading today
to face ravages of time alone
abandoned, scorned, forgotten
or perhaps, to be reborn into many Nalandas.
2. The Rise of Nalanda
Forlorn under the red earth
buried for centuries
I rise today like a phoenix,
eight hundred years later
from ashes of my burnt books.
I open my arms today to embrace you
whoever you are, from wherever you are
come, walk into my enlightened fold
as once Buddha and Mahavira did
seeking shelter in my groves.
I remember Hiuen Tsang and Faxian –
the seekers from the East,
I hear footsteps of Aryabhata and Charaka
in my ancient compound today
you too come; come as I rise again.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Final Farewell to My Father: A Poem by Abhay K
Rajendra Singh (1945-2006) |
Final Farewell to My Father
By Abhay K.
I wait at the banks of the holy Ganges
while my father travels his last journey
I eagerly wait to see his face
to capture the last glimpse of the light
that brightened my path since I was born
His body will soon be consumed by holy fire
and his soul will merge into eternity
The holy Ganges will carry his ashes
into the vast blue oceans
and there he will rest in peace
The light that has gone out from Earth
now will shine brightly in the sky
and when I'll look above each time
I'll see him smile
I wait at the banks of the holy Ganges
for my father’s arrival
to bid him final farewell
I feel blank, how it all happened so fast
My eyes swell with tears
I want my father, I want my father back
He doesn't speak, he would not speak to me ever
He would not smile when I would return home
I know this meeting is different but it just feels the same
Father, you don't know how long I waited to be with you
I had secretly marked a park in Moscow
where we would go everyday for a walk
be it summer, winter, snow or rain
but see I am here
waiting at the banks of the holy Ganges
wondering how should I say you goodbye
would I ever believe you are gone
I must be strong, I am your son.
while my father travels his last journey
I eagerly wait to see his face
to capture the last glimpse of the light
that brightened my path since I was born
His body will soon be consumed by holy fire
and his soul will merge into eternity
The holy Ganges will carry his ashes
into the vast blue oceans
and there he will rest in peace
The light that has gone out from Earth
now will shine brightly in the sky
and when I'll look above each time
I'll see him smile
I wait at the banks of the holy Ganges
for my father’s arrival
to bid him final farewell
I feel blank, how it all happened so fast
My eyes swell with tears
I want my father, I want my father back
He doesn't speak, he would not speak to me ever
He would not smile when I would return home
I know this meeting is different but it just feels the same
Father, you don't know how long I waited to be with you
I had secretly marked a park in Moscow
where we would go everyday for a walk
be it summer, winter, snow or rain
but see I am here
waiting at the banks of the holy Ganges
wondering how should I say you goodbye
would I ever believe you are gone
I must be strong, I am your son.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Monday, May 2, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Barbarians Are Finally Here: A Poem by Abhay K in English and Spanish
Barbarians Are Finally Here: A poem inspired by C.P. Cavafy´s Waiting for the Barbarians read by Abhay K in English and Alicia Silvestre Miralles in Spanish. You can listen here.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
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