R.K.SINGH

RKSingh

RKSingh is a real poet
Living in an imaginary world
For he did not opt for
Pension, oblivious of
Hiding pain that
Would crop up with
Hoary head and creaky bones.

RKSingh is a real poet
Lamenting on the lost libido.
On his best half losing charm
And pleasures of the youth.

RKSingh is a real poet
For not being in company
Of chest beating, wallowing
And slogan mongering fascists.
Nor among the rigid white capped
Bearded goatees with jhubbas.
Nor those carrying a sacrificial cross.

RKSingh is a real poet.
Now, he will hibernate for Nirvana.

Bengaluru.   S.L.Peeran

PS:  poem composed on reading Sexless Solitude

With apologies
Wishing happy retirement

Sent from my iPad

Chhath by Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

Chhath by Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

They light crackers from early dawn to welcome the chhath sunrise: half-wet women stand in the pond to offer arghya to the first rays --R.K.Singh

CHILL

hot on the trail with youth
she scales up the heights of dream
& leaves me stunned with chill

--R.K.Singh

MUCK

My bones have holes for eyes
I search my teeth in the muck
leeches have sucked my blood:
where’s the lout that ate my flesh?

--R.K.Singh

SHAKING THE HAND AND OTHER HAIKU

SHAKING THE HAND AND OTHER HAIKU

TIDAL SWELL, poem - Ram Krishna Singh poems | Best Poems

TIDAL SWELL, poem - Ram Krishna Singh poems | Best Poems

HAIKU, poem - Ram Krishna Singh poems | Best Poems

HAIKU, poem - Ram Krishna Singh poems | Best Poems

Years End by Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

Years End by Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

So much reading

for six decades

now it's forgetting

before total silence

no revelation

only vacuity

and nothing comes

from blankness

to blankness years end

--Ram Krishna Singh

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

So much reading for six decades now it's forgetting before total silence no revelation only vacuity and nothing comes from blankness to blankness years end

August 11 ,2015 - See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=22017#sthash.a4sQDGoT.dpuf

TIDAL SWELL

My veins are no ocean
you can't suck even if
you bury your teeth in my sand
or probe with your tongue
the midnight shadow in bed
now exhausted from your tidal swell

--R.K.Singh

http://dystenium.com/profiles/blogs/tidal-swell-1?xg_source=activity 

WHO CARES

WHO CARES



nagging lumbar pain–

who cares less monsoon in June

six months more to go



--R.K.Singh

WEBS

WEBS



a yellow spider

crouching in a corner

invisible webs



--R.K.Singh

SPARROW

SPARROW



sparrows couple

on a withered creeper–

peep of day



--R.K.Singh

PARTY

PARTY



after the party

empty chairs in the lawn–

now moon and I



--R.K.Singh

MAID

MAID



after cleaning

the maid leaves behind

an oily smell



--R.K.Singh

Jagged Edges

Jagged Edges by Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

Too stifling
inside the boat
outside
waves of hopelessness
in unending sea

Noah’s ark is no home
nor an island
promise of Eden

It’s only dead dreams
floating or flying
for a short break

I too would end
repeating the same myth
on whirling jagged edges 

--R.K. Singh

Too stifling inside the boat outside waves of hopelessness in unending sea Noah's ark is no home nor an island promise of Eden It's only dead dreams floating or flying for a short break I too would end repeating the same myth on whirling jagged edges

- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

Too stifling inside the boat outside waves of hopelessness in unending sea Noah's ark is no home nor an island promise of Eden It's only dead dreams floating or flying for a short break I too would end repeating the same myth on whirling jagged edges

- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

Too stifling inside the boat outside waves of hopelessness in unending sea Noah's ark is no home nor an island promise of Eden It's only dead dreams floating or flying for a short break I too would end repeating the same myth on whirling jagged edges

- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

Too stifling

inside the boat

outside

waves of hopelessness

in unending sea



Noah's ark is no home

nor an island

promise of Eden



It's only dead dreams

floating or flying

for a short break



I too would end

repeating the same myth

on whirling jagged edges - See more at:
http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

Too stifling inside the boat outside waves of hopelessness in unending sea Noah's ark is no home nor an island promise of Eden It's only dead dreams floating or flying for a short break I too would end repeating the same myth on whirling jagged edges

- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

Too stifling

inside the boat

outside

waves of hopelessness

in unending sea



Noah's ark is no home

nor an island

promise of Eden



It's only dead dreams

floating or flying

for a short break



I too would end

repeating the same myth

on whirling jagged edges - See more at:
http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=21534#sthash.sfflWnSx.dpuf

GLASS HOUSE

GLASS HOUSE



in a glass house

nobody knows anyone–

silent suffering



--R.K.Singh

HOSPITAL

HOSPITAL



so many patients

so many diseases

masked faces

in Fortis I inhale

microbes in AC lounge



--R.K.Singh

MINISTER

MINISTER



Because he was intelligent

& his talent wrecked his life

he wants his son to grow

ignorant & stupid

that he enjoys a quiet life

by becoming a cabinet minister



--R.K.Singh

CHAINS

CHAINS



The chains multiply

wrap life in the skin of water

crying quits to an acomous sky:

the mute soul suffers

the oozing filth



--R.K.Singh

MY FACE

MY FACE



my face

locked in her hands

I can’t look–

love’s changing shapes

a bird in cage



--R.K.Singh

DESERT LOOK

DESERT LOOK



desert look

in the morning sun–

spring’s last leg



--R.K.Singh

HER LOOK

HER LOOK



her look

unspoken flirting

or artful riff

on snaring my soul

for playful exchange



--R.K.Singh

STARS

STARS



stars twinkling

the beetle’s path

from manure



--R.K.Singh

Search

Search



in the diary

searching phone numbers of

friends now alive 



--R.K.Singh

MEDITATION

MEDITATION



wingless flight

in retired solitude–

sadhana



--R.K.Singh

HOW SILLY

You’re my love tonight
you know me like your body

will you bother to say hello tomorrow
if we meet in the street
alone like this?

just as I like your frisette
you like my male smell
you say.will you clutch
my hands like this tomorrow
if I meet and say I’m hungry?

how silly, darling, go & wash
your mouth smells pubic hair

–R K Singh

HIBISCUS

HIBISCUS



the lone hibiscus
waits for the sun to bloom:
morning’s first offering



--R.K.Singh

FILTH

 The chains multiply
wrap life in the skin of water
crying quits to an acomous sky:
the mute soul suffers
the oozing filth

--R.K.Singh

CANAL

Going along Boring Canal
he is piqued to waste a sin
over smuggled evening
in the capital's
canal culture

--R.K.Singh 

PEACE POLITICS

They practise death
in  school and blame India
terrorist politics

no wake-up call
be it Nawaz or Modi
power luxury

in angel costume
each invokes divine
condemnation

after the act
ritual truth burial
and peace politics

–R.K.Singh

NEST

NEST



peeping through the fog
the sun feebly comforts
a sparrow’s nest
built under the window sill:
I hear a new born crying



--R.K.Singh

SWAINS

the evening’s smile
seems conspiring with floating shadows
swains rehearse in dark corners
with cigarettes
I simply gobble the scene

--R.K.Singh