Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Sunday, January 24, 2016
KARMIC CHAKRA
Post-retirement
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
--R.K.SINGH
Saturday, January 23, 2016
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
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
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
I search my teeth in the muck
leeches have sucked my blood:
where’s the lout that ate my flesh?
--R.K.Singh
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