BLOOD MOON

 

IN ISOLATION

COVID-19: In Isolation

The sun and cool breeze
betray no virus:

the house arrest sickens
the fear kills the spring

this Naw Ruz alters
the meaning of life

buried in years that gibe
political follies

fanatic ambitions
and culture of suicide

they call evolution
progress, peace, unity

ruining harmony
in nature's home fuel

no re-creation
but perpetual death

--R.K.Singh

DREAM

I watch the past crushed
and fake saints rising to reign

exalt cunningness
envision deceit to prosper

a ram rigs the folk
with iron teeth and speaking horns

from the Ganga's bank
immigrant hope and waiting

pushes west-, north-, east-
and southward for net-breaking

new resurrection
beyond the brimming nowhere

I hear the dead dying
angels groaning in the trees

my unscarred body
feels the hand that's blade and guard

ends me like full-stop.
New waves of terror rise high.

the book is opened
but where is the seeing eye?

--R K Singh

CROOK

Face lotus
tongue sandal
manners sweet

heart scissors
I know him
seasoned crook

--R K Singh

AFTERMATH

Between the mossy and thorned pathways
shadows slant. He trumps the press and praises PM
wisdom splashed in gonzo arguments
cocks the walk.  Others too feel his sting but prefer
silence. They know the caged parrot's free
to shame seven decades of democracy groomed
differently.  They know how weak they are
to stop the burning forest's ash from reddening
now aberrations clot in the mind
await Ram's hanging before the wounded converts
count the cries, lashes and piercings

--R.K.Singh 

https://www.boloji.com/poem/25848/aftermath 

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, etc.

failure to stay focused
and dying desires to do
what I used to do
are not mere ageing

things get hairy, scary
with body failure
ailments pop up
spirit dries up
mind disconnects

I'm hardly centred
to clean my age's turd
on inner chakras
meditate and forget
the memories' load
and die a new being

--R.K.Singh

https://www.boloji.com/poem/25651/energy-block 

A Father's Complaint

For Priti by Ram Krishna Singh

How can I contain her destructive energy she conceals what she is her toxic attitude they all see as she unshapes destiny of her cornpone plots in elitist mode she lets down her own folks with mendacious fabrications brings doom to her own children who were born innocent brings shame to her husband who seeks to see them rise brings dishonour to us all who hope to see her change despite the vanity wall she raised for years she won't know what to do when her parents are dead or even we are no more she can't even weep or scream on anything she touches she may then squiggle in her fate alone in a lonely room while others may look and not care