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.

Friday, May 07, 2021

Setu 🌉 सेतु: Pandemic Poems: Ram Krishna Singh

Setu 🌉 सेतु: Pandemic Poems: Ram Krishna Singh

 

Pandemic Poems: Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh
TEST

Lonely December
aren’t I immune?

antibody test
before boarding

uncertainty continues
no silence helps

virus more mighty
than gods in politics

don’t know if I can meet
children before the year-end

to celebrate birthday
or continue journey

in flurry living
each day a grace
***


NEW GODS

Meditation --
future uncertainties
beyond crisis

new strains, new virus
villains of the  new order
peeking from windows

create new mantras
for life to continue
envision new gods 
***

Saturday, May 01, 2021

MAHAKAAL

 

So many times I chanted the prayer

from childhood to now that I forget

what I pray for or want, repeating 

mantras while walking at dusk or seeing

images on the lingam that stir

the flame Shiva harnesses deep within

 

my numbed feet stop before growling dogs

trained to ignore strangers whose lips don't utter

their names or who aren't free in leash like them

 I fail to filter the chasing darkness

 from roadside temple to Sarna Enclave

 

--R K Singh

 Published in CREATIVE FLIGHT Journal, April & October 2020

https://www.creativeflight.in/mahakaal 

Friday, March 26, 2021

TWO POEMS published on MahMag World Literature

 1
SO MUCH IS DUMPED


I’m no Trump separating light from the fire
or truth from denial
he is his own fashioner of creation
out to make America great, or himself
can’t suffer impeachment
the righteousness of power is civil
he extends four years to decades
my four decades shrink the world
a non-entity lost in anybody
searching the hidden, the evasive
reprogramming the brain
for success and happiness
I can’t repair my soul
so much is dumped in the dying river

 

2
THIRD WAVE


I don’t recognize
the bright new star in the sky:
a beacon of hope
they say a new age begins
on earth, the virus mutates
scaring millions
post-Christmas repeat events
no vaccination
could change Astro-calendar
of universal revenge
remains of prayer
now wrapped in a gift box, held up
shipping delays
no burial, no third day
total lockdown, here and there

–R.K. Singh

https://mahmag.org/blog/2021/03/25/2-poems-byr-k-singh/?fbclid=IwAR1WLehP_L9ge_4PZA9bh3oM1pTmpGBe4sdASr4WOqHKPyO3G65KGqbhiKw

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Haiku

 khichdi precedes 

vodka with soda & mint:

 saturday lunch 


 --R K Singh

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

UNTITLED

 

 

UNTITLED - I

 

1

The mask of man they paint

with so many fingers as brushes

man’s only colour now

 

2

 

They take away the day’s flower

husk I retain for tomorrow

nobody knows what the robbers may look for

 

3

 

Unable to rise beyond themselves

they worry about their colleagues’ peace

and die of selfless jealousy

 

4

 

Apple, snake and three-fifth of me

in bed manipulates man

inside selfish rubbles

 

5

 

The painted paper-god and Christ on the cross

stand on the dawn-coloured wall of my bedroom

watch sex, prayers and restlessness each night

 

6

 

The colour of night is the same everywhere

what if my identity is not known

let’s fuck the moment and forget the place

 

7

 

If passion breeds beads of sweat

in winter night the plateau is reached

too much love can run one out

 

8

 

Crushed heads of serpents coil along the road

green glitter of stream strikes my vision

I walk and fear the growing ripples in urinal

 

9

 

It needs less than a drop to procreate

but months and years of readiness to enjoy

sex sustains both life and art

 

10

 

Once your body was the sitar waiting for my touch

the sweet fragrance of your hair still lingers

but the cigarette that was mine is now ash

 

11

 

Locked in the giant Chandragupta

I fly over snow stacked stones

and defy clouds in unseen sun

 

 

12

 

Civilization hasn’t spared the caves

man suffers in the hands of parasites

here too who work often go without food

 

 

13

 

The smile you weave splits the sun

I lose my direction in clouds darkening

the white of the lake moon kissed

 

 

 

UNTITLED - II

 

 

1

 

Here she goes in the long light

and swiftly a shadow moves with her

 

2

 

What if my nights are poisoned by evil spirits

they can’t corrupt my bare truth in one life

 

3

 

The fire broke out to retaliate

they fight with lightning

 

4

 

Where will I reach running with gluey feet on gashed earth

a relentless sun licks leftover of a dying day

 

 

5

 

Not to kiss my feet they rush

waves vie with waves to reach the shore

   

6

 

The dance of rain is good for a short

but the fall of sky is too much

 

7

 

Keep my cracked tongue tightly closed

lest they diseased mind is known

 

 

 --R K SINGH

 

https://www.setumag.com/2020/10/short-poems-ram-krishna-singh.html 

Friday, June 05, 2020

Moon


Monday, June 01, 2020

TRANSITION