Saturday, December 19, 2015

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

Thursday, November 19, 2015

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

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

CHILL

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


--R.K.Singh

Thursday, October 8, 2015

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

Thursday, August 13, 2015

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

Thursday, July 16, 2015

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 

Thursday, July 2, 2015

WHO CARES

WHO CARES



nagging lumbar pain–

who cares less monsoon in June

six months more to go



--R.K.Singh

Saturday, June 27, 2015

WEBS

WEBS



a yellow spider

crouching in a corner

invisible webs




--R.K.Singh

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

SPARROW

SPARROW



sparrows couple

on a withered creeper–

peep of day




--R.K.Singh

Saturday, June 20, 2015

PARTY

PARTY



after the party

empty chairs in the lawn–

now moon and I




--R.K.Singh

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

MAID

MAID



after cleaning

the maid leaves behind

an oily smell



--R.K.Singh

Monday, May 18, 2015

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

Saturday, May 16, 2015

GLASS HOUSE

GLASS HOUSE



in a glass house

nobody knows anyone–

silent suffering




--R.K.Singh

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

HOSPITAL

HOSPITAL



so many patients

so many diseases

masked faces

in Fortis I inhale

microbes in AC lounge



--R.K.Singh

Thursday, April 23, 2015

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

Saturday, April 4, 2015

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

Thursday, April 2, 2015

DESERT LOOK

DESERT LOOK



desert look

in the morning sun–

spring’s last leg




--R.K.Singh

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

HER LOOK

HER LOOK



her look

unspoken flirting

or artful riff

on snaring my soul

for playful exchange




--R.K.Singh

Friday, March 20, 2015

STARS

STARS



stars twinkling

the beetle’s path

from manure




--R.K.Singh

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Search

Search



in the diary

searching phone numbers of

friends now alive 



--R.K.Singh

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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

Sunday, February 15, 2015

HIBISCUS

HIBISCUS



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




--R.K.Singh

Monday, January 26, 2015

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 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

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

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

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

Thursday, January 8, 2015

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