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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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.

Thursday, May 15, 2025

My poems on Minuto de Poesia

 My two poems featured on Minuto de Poesia 


Wednesday, May 07, 2025

Poems in Phenomenal Literature

 My poems published in Phenomenal Literature,  Vol.9, No.1, July-September 2024 




Poems in Verbal Art

 My poems published in Verbal Art, Vol.8,  Issue 1, April-June 2024





Monday, May 05, 2025

My poems featured on Susana Mayer 's The Erotic Literary Salon Newsletter, May 2025

 


May 2025 Newsletter

Internationally Read Poet and Author R.K. Singh

Professor Emeritus of English (HAG) at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, Dr Singh has published 56 books, including poetry collections. His haiku and tanka have been internationally read, appreciated and translated into several languages. He has been a long-time follower of the Salon. Find him on X (Twitter) @profrksingh and on Facebook www.facebook.com/profrksingh

POEMS: Ram Krishna Singh

1

HUES OF PASSION:  Micropoems

 

Stains of honeymoon

the  sun and clouds:

sky’s gentle embrace

time can’t erase

hues of passion

***

I clasp your hands

and feel the blood

running savagely

through your arteries

in tulip silence

 ***

her beauty

smells the soil that sings

grace in look:

I whisper my heart and chase

the glow her shadow spreads

*** 

at the swimming pool

he asks if he could borrow

her underwear just

to feel her from inside

with fidgeting currents

 ***

the wind lifts

her curved nudity

in the water curtain

I touch the strings that whisper

love  in each falling drop

***

when she stretches her legs for me

to shave the pubic hair we hit

the hay together remembering

the first night I gave her nothing

in my hurry to see her nude

 ***

sitting in arm chair

she tells her maid how not to

share the secret rose

wet with dew or red with fire

at the heavenly entrance

*** 

softness dies

in his pressure

much pleasure

melting elements

feed the soul in flesh

 ****

in the white of night

sighs for supreme delight

steal tender pleasure

manipulating wetness

in bed unmask simple sin

 ***

unquenched thirst

more and more indulgence:

momentary pleasure

she says it’s enough now

rein the horse and seek the missed

 

2

BODY’S NO PICNIC

Not too many issues

yet enough to upset

the mind of men and women

in postlapsarian world:

she blames me for changing size

shifting shape and cracking bones

aching joints and sleeplessness

menopausal ups and downs

she kicks me out of bed

saying my body’s no picnic

I know it’s difficult

to be a woman and wife

working and making home

I may be no saint

in your eyes but I never

tried to remake you

in my own or God’s image

I can’t give birth like you

nor can I stop the changes in you

I’ve no miracle pill

Your  body, your anger

I love you as you are

let’s carry no useless weight

 

3

CRY OF A MOTHER

Why do they ignore the clitoris when half the world has it?

the lovers don’t care, the doctors don’t talk

it’s no leaf that falls on the wave’s crest

and rots on the shore before they prescribe

a chocolate remedy or testosterone cream

to revive in dapple light:

denial is the way of life

be it desire, emotion, or frailty

for conformity, unity and control

the redness of the setting or rising sun

is too much to the drab colors of the priests

who accuse of heresy, witchcraft or immorality

to shut the so called hotbeds of sedition

when all they seek is stoppage

of the show of teeth, blood and skull

in the spinning wheel

condemned to nursing home

4

NATURE

Lovely as ever

a woman and a tree

feeding hungry mouths

shelter birds and beasts

nurture men and spirits

shower bliss on all

whatever rotten

stand firm in all seasons

lovely as ever

 

–Ram Krishna Singh

 

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Thursday, May 01, 2025

Haiku in Zen Moments/cc&d Magazine

 

sound vibration
collapse of energy field--
loud Holi hymns 

--R K Singh


https://scars.tv/ccdissues/357may25/Zen_Moments.htm