Saturday, February 17, 2007

SOME CINQUAIN POEMS

The sun
on a mountain
grave illumines the path
to divinity unrealised
in soul


The rains
cry to meet earth
fall from sky day and night
remind love always yields to arms
open

Let's know
dirty water
kills everyone no need
to blame only her if he too
is wrong


My voice
brown like autumn
crushed in noises I can't
understand days pass in colours
buried


Someone
opens the gate
stealthily lets the cows
in to graze lawn and make our house
widow


The leaves
fall and rust with
ashes heaped up by wind
in the lawn rises the pale earth
for breath


His talk
farting of horse
galloping, leaving track
of every thought and strategy
behind

Let's see
ourselves in them
linking our happiness
to theirs, cease dehumanising
god's gift


Shaping
true reality
hidden in outer world
intricately patterned like our
body


--R.K.SINGH

5 comments:

Dennis said...

There's a spirituality present in these words that is foreign to me. You use metaphors that make me feel estranged. Yet, I hear your desire and your craving to know god more deeply, and your truth.

Ram Krishna Singh said...

Thanks, dennis, for viewing my few poems that struck you for the inherent spirituality even if you couldn't relate to them. Maybe, you would find other poems different and more agreeable?
R.K.Singh

Dennis said...

Nothing disagreeable at all about your work sir! What I was trying to say was that despite not fully understanding, the beauty came through notwithstanding - which I guess suggests the strength of your message.

Ram Krishna Singh said...

Thanks, dennis. The spirituality is at times a cultural block we need to negotiate for appreciating a poem. I too have experienced similar things like you. All part of creativity, isn't it?
R K

Anonymous said...

WOW. these are some really nice poems. :) good job.