VULGARITY
What is there to relish in heaven
if the vulgarity of relationship haunts
even after retiring from earth?
the loose threads of yearning criss-cross memory
I can still feel the river's twisted flow
toward lower reaches, exhausted and stripteased
the nudity of moon and stars is beyond touch
who cares I evolve or end like them
suspended from a plane I can hardly reach?
R K Singh
MELTING ELEMENTS
An Experimental Long Poem
(Tanka Haiku)
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Looking for image
of divine on the wall
to pray or chant
a mantra or hymn in mind
she leans on him to kiss
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her soul touch
vibrating in depth
in darkness
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reclining Buddha
unmindful of drinking
he and she
discussing taste
aged in India
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half asleep
one with poppy–
Buddha’s bar
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in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathe her touch
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smoked fish
in the elevated hut–
honeymoon
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butterfly cushions
flutter the skirt
flame flickers
ground to whiteness
for her feast
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verandah–
touching her naked skin
morning breeze
Published by agronsh on https://atunispoetry.com/2024/11/10/melting-elements-an-experimental-long-poem-tanka-haiku-poems-by-ram-krishna-singh/
From lattice window
I watch the doomed and dying each day:
Poems
Poetcrit 37.2 (July - December 2024)
R. K. Singh
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Prof. Ram Krishna Singh is a renowned, widely published, anthologized, and translated poet
with over 20 poetry collections to his credit. His latest poetry collections include Covid-19 And
Surge of Silence/Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkn (English/Tatar, 2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE
DISTRUST (English/Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022), and Poems and Micropoems
(Southern Arizona Press, USA, 2023). Find him on Twitter @profrksingh and on Facebook www.
facebook.com/profrksingh. More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh.
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For My Sisters
Unable to gauge
what’s scaring about his pyre
they lit without me
his first son not dead yet
they performed my last rites too
throwing my ashes
in the gutter red with blood
they erased all signs
now what’s wrong if I forsake
all that tied me to their place?
NOISES
I can’t hear my self
their noises erase my world
choices are denied-
questions of being wound me
courage and strength fade away
noises mute my voice
distract me from the truth
crowns change with the wind
and they play chess with our lives
they feed us dust and potions
in their new temples
arouse their magic deities
make us yell loud
and hang us upside down
Reflections
how much should I strip
in public
poems already say
too much to digest
and now a memoir?
all overt dirtiness
parables of prophets
daily infidelity
and miserable truths?
what have I lived
wasting dreams in human zoo
no bestseller
no fortune no lightning
no myths for posterity
no use writing more
to reveal my meanings:
brief is beautiful
to make an eternity
of my lived single moments
DOG DAYS
A numerologist says
I was born to attract abundance
and draws a cosmic soul reading
when a breakthrough is due
and here I am ruing my dog days
will I get the pension
before the wealth planet expires
from my home to others?
I can’t buy magic pendant
for Venus to level up my life
or make real the dream numbers
Four Haiku
1
sunflowers ring
teenagers ChatGPT
Sapphic know-how
2
her décolleté blouse
and see-through saree—
curve’s vanity
3
a curled snake
with fangs ready to poison
love’s narrow passage
4
sky’s canvas-
disfigures in no time
my funny face
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Published in Poetcrit 37.2 (July - December 2024): 224-227
