Monday, October 16, 2017

Cholla Needles: R. K. Singh - New Book!

Cholla Needles: R. K. Singh - New Book!: Ram Krishna Singh uses poetry to investigate an understanding of how spiritual and sensual language brings us closer to an understandin...

Monday, June 19, 2017


Living is emptying each day,
now frequent forgetting creates
a vacuum in the mind
poetics of decay distresses
my stream of awareness
I try to cross a maze of wires
and fly into the soft mottled sky
before the thud, one last time

--Ram Krishna Singh

Tuesday, February 7, 2017


Poems of Ram Krishna Singh

R K Singh (1950), recently retired as Professor (HAG) from Indian School of Mines (now IIT), Dhanbad, has authored more than 160 research articles and 175 book reviews. He has published 40 books, including:  Savitri: A Spiritual Epic (Criticism, 1984); My Silence (poems, 1985); My Silence and Other Selected Poems : 1974-1994 (poems, 1996);  Above the Earth’s Green (poems, 1997);Every Stone Drop Pebble (haiku, 1999); Cover to Cover (poems, 2002); Pacem in Terris ( haiku, English and Italian, 2003); Communication : Grammar and Composition (textbook, 2003); Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri: Essays on Love, Life and Death (2005); Teaching English for Specific Purposes: An Evolving Experience (2005); Voices of the Present: Critical Essays on Some Indian English Poets (2006); The River Returns (tanka and haiku collection, 2006); Sexless Solitude and Other Poems (2009); Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010);  New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012);I Am No Jesus and Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku (2014), and You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016), etc. He resides at J/4 (W), Rd. No.1/Block B, Vastu Vihar Colony, N H 2, Govindpur -828109 (Dhanbad), Jharkhand and can also be contacted at

1. A Poem

A poem rests
on brain signals imaged
in words and silence
one decodes with dog sense
smelling twists and turns in rhythm
that turn it prophetic.

2. Survival

The trees are taller than my height
the lips osculate in their shade
I enjoy the wind that shakes them

or undresses my sleepless nights
wrapped in shawl without mirrors of stars:
I survive the missing moon's light.

3. Peace in Sin

I thought I'd locate you
in the dark lonely street
but I myself got lost

mind's mazy prompts
shocked me into nakedness
I never perceived

the misleading sun
the unreal reflections
the dumb show

dazzle my eyes
shades of terror in alleys
smell of treachery

at the crossroads
the selfish gene's tarots
of my random choices

in dim blue light
smiling breasts invite
autumn breeze

I chuckle to myself
hearing raps of inverse world
and peace in sin.

4. Uprooting Seeds

Growing nude
the plant sways in the field
and matures

in golden silk
drifts like a bee
in quiet rhythm

the sun wings the flight
and stars stand guard
till beauty plays harlot

with half-open heart
abuses night music
provokes hunger

in every street
the lewd shrines
pucker the lips

without payment
strangers come and go
uprooting seeds

5. Karmic Chakra

awakens inner spirit:
karmic chakra
from sexual loneliness
to insecurities turn

inner fears into
faith cross-legging prayers
climaxing love
visionary hope, wisdom
narrative of helplessness
6. No, I Won’t

Depressed mount of sun
and feeble supporting lines
will I die unknown?
left rotting in the sand
and the wind oozing foul smell?

I don’t want the sun
to miss my light and blame
the night for writing
the fate with wintry fingers
licking the legs of scarecrow

they can’t close their eyes
to the images I brew
for burying secrets
against a dusty mirror
against God’s hidden errors
7. Who Cares?

It’s too much to pass
time in a military station
no company and

no one to  talk to
amid noises in the sky
day in and day out

remind my status:
an outsider in son’s home
drinking beer or wine

for a change when free
he would unburden the load
share retirement plans

forgetting I’ve grown
older each passing year
need care, but who cares?

8. Love

I gave you my love
what more do you seek
to lighten the night
my beloved
let the fire burn
and consume the moth.

Sunday, February 5, 2017


I wish I could live
nature's rhythm free from
bondage of clock-time
rituals and worship
expanding haiku present



Before the ant-eaten roots

yield to storm and the roof cracks

I must find a new shelter

to escape the full collapse:

the facade of specious house

and dead wood midst dust and green

have popped up myths of ages

academics recycle

holding gods in the hand

in cozy illusions

perpetuate newer

games of convenience



 I thought I'd locate you
 in the dark lonely street
 but I myself got lost 

 mind's mazy prompts
 shocked me into nakedness
 I never perceived

 the misleading sun
 the unreal reflections
 the dumb show

 dazzle my eyes
 shades of terror in alleys
 smell of treachery 

at the crossroads \the selfish gene tarrots
of my random choices 

 in dim blue light 
smiling breasts invite
 autumn breeze 

 I chuckle to myself
 hearing raps of inverse world
 and peace in sin 



Dreams puzzling
smallness of waking
I can't live
the child's circumcision
promise of happiness