THE SOUL HAS NO SEX

men or women
 no living gods:

 the soul has no sex 

 the form, the body
 & the name unreal 

the climax of eternity 
denudes the mind


 -R.K. Singh

KISSES

 love is draped anew
with eve's descendent
i turn my sex her-ward
and clean the stains with kisses

--R.K.Singh

BROKEN HOPES

A lone mainah pecks
at the spider's web broken
hopes loop together:
I bury my twilight dreams
in the deserted courtyard

--R.K.Singh

I TALK TO MYSELF IN BED

I TALK TO MYSELF IN BED

After a day’s labor

they lie on a sand pile

in the basement of

a new shopping complex

rising slowly next door

like the waves at Nellore beach

that broke before wiping

my name on the sand

I take a snap at sunset:

they play with plastic bottles in water

or eat fried fish in the huts

I’m warned against placing it on Facebook

she hates my face

nor am I allowed to speak

to the drug addict picked up

from  the door steps of

Varsha Apartments

his father questions

if there’s law in the country

only a street dog wags its tail

I wheeze and take a seroflo puff

and wonder if I should visit

Nimhans and get checked

to manage my sleep

she questions why I think of Bangalore

for treatment  of all my ailments

and takes me to Bannerghatta  zoo

for animal viewing

 --R.K.SINGH

 

DEATH OF A SONG

DEATH OF A SONG

In the stillness of morning
hangs fog like smoke veils
her waiting in street

I watch my window
wavering shadow
announcing death of a song

--R.K.SINGH

I CAN’T SLEEP

I CAN’T SLEEP



It is for their love
of God they play loud music
or chant His name on
loudspeakers but it kills my
peace the whole night I can’t sleep



--R.K.SINGH

FRESH CATCH

FRESH CATCH

the sea smells
from far off leaps to the sky
I drive through
the maze of returning folks
with fresh catch on their head

--R.K.SINGH

HARDSHIPS OF THE SKY

HARDSHIPS OF THE SKY

I dont want to mount
the hardships of the sky
if the earth’s labor pain
is false or the action
stillborn with or without
scalpel the doctor
humiliates process

--R.K.Singh

RUPTUROUS

a happier image
with salubrious top
turns rupturous
as she tamps her love
with watery lipstick

--R.K.Singh

HARLOT

Sitting next door
with scheming mind
and crafty heart
loud and rebellious
a professional loser
perfumes the room
with flattering lips
and strays a preacher
into revolution
from between the thighs

--R.K.Singh

CLUELESS

Each night a challenge:

suffocative restlessness

sleepless spirits’ noise

sexual starvation

anal menstruation

dingy subconscious

conspire behind closed eyes

absent healing and

wishful miracles

a clueless sun rises

bugging time and life

–R.K.Singh

DEGENERATION

When gods are out to teach me a lesson
where to go to pray or find relief?

my prophet friend predicts each day good
and the future fulfilling, the palmists find
the sun, saturn, venus, and rahu hostile

they seek money for rituals, stones, or mantras
while God gives us the best in life gratis

I can't change man or nature, nor the karmas
now or tomorrow they all delude
in the maze of expediency and curse
stars, fate, destiny, or life before and after
degenerating the mind, body, thought, and divine

--R.K.Singh

SEASON'S PRICK

Unpruned roses
and unknown grasses
make me aware
of the emptiness
the dusk in her room sounds:

she searches out
her shadow in
the rising moon

I feel the season's prick


--R.K.Singh

LET'S MEET

Before the bananas ripe

let's meet at least once

lest the fog dampen passion

let's water our love

the sun is bright this morning

and night's promising

let's meet and unfreeze winter

of years, drink some wine

restore warmth of faith and hope

and heal the breaches

without black goggles for seeing

let's meet at least once

--R.K.Singh

SPIRITUAL FLICKERS

SPIRITUAL  FLICKERS

Ram Krishna Singh

Plodding  away at
season’s conspiracies
life has proved untrue
with God an empty word
and prayers helpless cries


I wish I could live
nature’s  rhythm free from
bondage of clock-time
rituals of work and sleep
expanding haiku present


on the prayer mat
the hands raised in vajrasan
couldn’t contact God—
the prayer was too long and
the winter night still longer


the mind creates
withdrawn to its own pleasures
a green thought
behind the banyan tree
behind the flickering lust


I can’t know her
from the body, skin or curve:
the perfume cheats
like the sacred hymns chanted
in hope, and there’s no answer


unknowable
the soul’s pursuit hidden
by its own works:
the spirit’s thirst, the strife
the restless silence, too much


unable to see
beyond the nose he says
he meditates
and sees visions of Buddha
weeping for us


the mirror swallowed
my footprints on the shore
I couldn’t blame the waves
the geese kept flying over head
the shadows kept moving afar


the lane to temple
through foul drain, dust, and mud:
black back of Saturn
in a locked enclosure
a harassed devotee


not much fun—
cold night, asthmatic cough
and lonely Christmas:
no quiet place within
no fresh start for the New Year


Published in Lynx, 29:1, February 2014;  Poetry Nook, Vol.4, 2014 ;  Nazar Look, Year 3, Issue 35, November 2013

http://www.ahapoetry.com/ahalynx/291Solo.html

http://issuu.com/kirim-tatar-kitaplari/docs/nazar_2013_11_online/1?e=2254043/5569942

KAISERS

I've stripped light of the lamp
apologized for
the conspiracy of night
kaisers sleep with

--R.K.Singh