R.K.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: Dhanbad, Jharkhand, India

Born, broughtup and educated in Varanasi, I am a university professor, teaching English language skills to students of earth and mineral sciences. I have authored over 150 articles,165 book reviews and 34 books, including Twelve collections of poems, among them, two jointly with U S Bahri, TWO POETS (1994) and COVER TO COVER (2002), and two others, EVERY STONE DROP PEBBLE (1999) jointly with Catherine Mire and Patricia Prime, and PACEM IN TERRIS (2003, a trilogy collection, containing my haiku collection PEDDLING DREAM). MY SILENCE AND OTHER SELECTED POEMS:1974-1994 (1996), ABOVE THE EARTH'S GREEN (1997), and THE RIVER RETURNS (2006) are my other three important poetry books. NEW INDIAN ENGLISH POETRY: AN ALTERNATIVE VOICE: R.K.SINGH (ed: I.K.Sharma) is the latest publication on my poetry. It contains 22 critical articles, six interviews and over a dozen review/comments by about 30 scholars.(Details from bookenclave@yahoo.com). I have received several awards and honours, including honorary Litt.D. from the World Academy of Arts and Culture, Taiwan, 1984, Michael Madhusudan Award, Calcutta, 1994 and Peace Museum Award from Ritsumeikan University, Kyoto, 1999.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

THERE'S NO GRACE

Dusk is doomed
when I shovel light
in darkness

fail to live
the intensity
of prayer

moistened yes
draw me near divine
for a while

soul is light
and flowers and wings
furl in moon

but soon pain
overwhelms my space
and tears swell

fingers feel
the decaying fireflies
in lamplight

voice turns blue
I scare my vision
there's no grace


--R.K.SINGH

Saturday, April 11, 2009

TOUCH ME NOT

Her fingers push
the roots into the earth-
touch-me-not


--R.K.SINGH

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

BUS RIDE

Neighbors listening
to headphones or reading books--
bus ride on sabbath


--R.K.SINGH

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Tuesday, April 07, 2009

KHADDAR ARMS

Man is an animal
with a peculiar smell
says Bertolt Brecht:

he smells a rotten rat
as he waves his khaddar arms
with fake smile


--R.K.SINGH

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