RAM KRISHNA SINGH

Collects all of my published poetry books. Also provides an uptodate view of my poetry, especially haiku and tanka.

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Location: Govindpur, Dhanbad, Jharkhand, India

Ram Krishna Singh is an Indian poet and academic, whose main fields of interest consist of Indian English writing, especially poetry, and English for Specific Purposes, especially for science and technology. Born on 31 December 1950 in Varanasi, India, he has authored more than 160 research articles,170 book reviews and 45 books. His works have been anthologized in over 150 publications. Dr Singh's poems have been widely translated and explored in several M.Phil. and Ph.D. theses. Till recently,Professor of English at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad,he is now happily retired and pursuing his literary interests.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

HAIKU

Bathing in thousand
they float lamps on her breast--
the river sparkles


Alone
the cellphone on her bed
rings


A film of mist
between my eyes
and her image


Travelling back
from the waves of bliss
a foam-leap


Making holes
in the wooden cross
white ants


Standing
between flowers
Jesus on the cross


They walk on red coal
matching steps with drum beats:
carnival of ecstasy


Reflects the rainbow
in the mirror of water--
Yamuna Bridge


Awaits sunrise
in the chilly Ganges
a nude worshipper


Safe from sun
under nascent leaf
a small fish


Out of wood and stone
he carves his vision of peace:
night's secret visage


Unruffled
by passions and clamours:
Buddha's calm


Alone
on the National Highway
Hanuman


In a moment
trapping eternity:
the camera


Two peacocks
on a dancing spree:
see water


Painting mom's smile
with broken crayons--
smiling Winny


Suffer animals
with a peculiar smell:
men in white khadi


Without washing hands
he touches the hibiscus for worship:
her frowning glance


Krishna offering
parijata to Radha:
Narada looks on


The temple dome
in the flooded Ganga:
empty kalash


Sleeps the night with
desires wrapped in blanket--
spring in the eyes


No bottom reader
but the shape and lines do tell
she can stir the soul


Wet bodies
of bathing women:
full moon night


Measuring life with
ejaculatory rhythm--
envies sparrow sports


Shaking hands
couldn't part with the henna
on her palms


In the well
studying her image
a woman


Drunken with force
spreading the century's sore:
nine eleven


Post-lunch solitude
filled with thoughts that couldn't become
even a haiku











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