'I Hear Trees' anthologized

 

Creative Flight Journal: Bondage of Nearness - Ram Krishna Singh (India)

Creative Flight Journal: Bondage of Nearness - Ram Krishna Singh (India):   BONDAGE OF NEARNESS -          Ram Krishna Singh (India)   How long shall I seek freedom in the myths we unmake licking hairy dark...

 

BONDAGE OF NEARNESS

-         Ram Krishna Singh (India)

 

How long shall I seek freedom in the myths we unmake

licking hairy darkness or feeling sweetness of hips

through untamable wildness of the heart chase images

that abide circles of paroxysm ascending from

the mist and raw voices staring spume in the faces

as each star twinkles uncertainty crossing the moon

 

what is left to slice out of the passage through red light

except old sorrows ready to leap to the bone?

now there’s nothing to hold on to against lies that shade

bondage of nearness and the horizon I couldn’t touch

 

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Creative Flight Journal: Romance - Ram Krishna Singh (India)

Creative Flight Journal: Romance - Ram Krishna Singh (India):   ROMANCE -          Ram Krishna Singh (India) Where is room for sublime in Trump-Modi era if we talk about grief, trauma, social ...

 

ROMANCE

-         Ram Krishna Singh (India)

Where is room for sublime

in Trump-Modi era

if we talk about

grief, trauma, social justice

 

liberation, health, job

happiness in a culture

of divide and rule through

rightward extremism?

 

comics of history

in lanes and bylanes

search lingams for new world

threat murals of mutiny

 

recreating new forms

unearthly light and space

in old tales sacred for

visions of heritage

 

I don’t share their tangerine

nor stream in their landscape

even if I’m consumed

in blankness of fire or flood

 

My Poems on DOUBLE SPEAK Magazine

 

         TANKA

 

a healer says

my sufferings not my fault:

karmic imprint

pay him twenty dollars

break free from the past weight gain

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dull notes of life

await re-ordering —

rhythm and pitch

behind closed walls humming

to search my own music

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lying in sun

on a straw mattress

a nude couple

whisper dreamed-up nest

when their ship comes in

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taunting the old pain

in the brothel of bed

kitchen or shower

she fears the freaky bodies

snaky arousal and peak

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Shiva and Shakti

our freedom in union

twin flame of love

rolling in grains of sand

transcending together

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https://dsmag.in/2025/09/26/ram-krishna-singhs-tanka/ 

 

TWO MORE POEMS

 

Energy block

Frazzled and restless

bouts of anxiety

addiction, sleeplessness

spinal degeneration

pain in the neck and back

numbness in the legs

loss of teeth, libido

anal bleeding and what not

failure to stay focused

and dying desire to do

what I used to do

are not mere aging

things get hairy, scary

with body failure

ailments pop up

spirit dries up

mind disconnects

I’m hardly centered

to clean my age’s turd

on inner chakras

meditate and forget

the memories’ load

and die a new being

 

 

The Hell Is Real

They lure me with wealth in heaven

as if plucking hair would reduce

the weight of the dead body

they don’t see the bruises abandoned

on the fading skin of apple

that rolls metaphors in the basket

sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams

on the horizon float to descend

for a share in the horrors of earth

they blindly conceal to hoodwink

god’s will for poets cultured in the past

now glittering as the sun’s wreckage

I can’t clean nor rebuild around them

the hell is real I can’t run away

with sweet nothings I can’t die in bluffs

 

--R.K. Singh 

 

https://dsmag.in/2025/09/26/ram-krishna-singhs-two-more-poems/ 

 

 

 

 

Haiga

 

--R K Singh 

Taro Hokkyo translates my haiku

 Poet friend Taro Hokkyo  translates  my haiku into Japanese:

ねじくれた

男の使われぬまま

ネットの女に取り残される

--Taro Hokkyo 

twisted men

after years of disuse

left with women online 

--R K Singh

Adao Wons translates my poem

 Poet friend Adao Wons translates my poem into Portuguese:

Homens pervertidos

após anos de desuso

deixados com mulheres online

--Tr. Adao Wons 

twisted men

after years of disuse

left with women online 

--R K Singh