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 a university professor whose main fields of interest consist of Indian English writing, especially poetry, and English for Specific Purposes, especially for science and technology. He was born on 31 December 1950 in Varanasi, India. Apart from a BA earned in 1970, he gained his MA in English Literature from Banaras Hindu University in 1972 and Ph D from Kashi Vidyapith, Varanasi, in 1981. He also obtained a Diploma in Russian in 1972. Dr Singh started his career in journalism, as a Compilation Officer in the District Gazetteers Department, Lucknow, 1973, and a Journalist with the Press Trust of India, New Delhi, 1973-74. Changing to teaching he became a Lecturer at the Royal Bhutan Polytechnic, Deothang, Bhutan, 1974-76. Joining the Indian School of Mines in Dhanbad as a Lecturer from 1976-83, he then rose to Assistant Professor in 1983 and full  Professor and Head of the Institute’s Department of Humanities and Social Sciences since 1993 to 2011. He is now Professor of English (HAG).

A reviewer, critic and contemporary poet who writes in Indian English, Dr. Singh is the author of more than 160 research articles and 175 book reviews. He has published 39 books, including:  Savitri : A Spiritual Epic (Criticism, 1984); My Silence (poems, 1985); Sound and Silence (edited articles on Krishna Srinivas, 1986); Indian English Writing : 1981-1985 : Experiments with Expression (ed., 1987, rept. 1991); Using English in Science and Technology (textbook, 1988, rev. and rept, 2000); Recent Indian English Poets : Expressions and Beliefs (ed. 1992); Two Poets: R.K. Singh (I DO NOT QUESTION) Ujjal Singh Bahri (THE GRAMMAR OF MY LIFE) (poems, 1994); General English Practice (textbook, 1995); Anger in Action : Explorations of Anger in Indian Writing in English (ed.,1997); My Silence and Other Selected Poems : 1974-1994 (poems, 1996); Above the Earth’s Green (poems, 1997); Psychic Knot : Search for Tolerance in Indian English Fiction (ed., 1998); New Zealand Literature : Some Recent Trends (ed.,1998); Every Stone Drop Pebble (haiku, 1999); Multiple-Choice General English for UPSC Competitive Exams (textbook, 2001); Cover to Cover (poems, 2002). Pacem in Terris ( haiku, English and Italian, 2003), Communication : Grammar and Composition ( textbook, 2003), Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri : Essays on Love, Life and Death ( Critical articles, 2005), Teaching English for Specific Purposes : An Evolving Experience ( Research articles and review essays, 2005), Voices of the Present: Critical Essays on Some Indian English Poets (2006), The River Returns (tanka and haiku collection, 2006), English as a Second Language: Experience into Essays (ed. research articles, 2007), English Language Teaching: Some Aspects Recollected (ed. research articles, 2008), Sexless Solitude and Other Poems (2009), Mechanics of Research Writing (2010), Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010),  New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012), and I Am No Jesus and Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku (2014). His works have been anthologized in about 160 publications, while his editorial activities extend to include guest-editing of Language Forum, 1986, 1995, and Creative Forum, 1991, 1997, 1998, besides being co-editor of the latter publication from 1987-90, General Editor of Creative Forum New Poets Series, and service on the editorial boards of Canopy, Indian Book Chronicle, Indian Journal of Applied Linguistics, Reflections, Titiksha, International Journal of Translation, Poetcrit, Impressions of Eternity (ie), and SlugFest. He has evaluated about 50 PhD theses from various universities. He has also edited the ISM Newsletter for about five years.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

CHAOS

We cover our hells with roses
and fear foreigners digging deep
into our glorious projections

the slinky growth from diseased weeds
no gene therapy can erase:
we reflect the chaos as gold

trying to shed the crusts of small selves
invite death for a change and lick
the narrow lake between the thighs

it's more voluptuous to float
in the sky and come out transformed
with Kali's blood dripping light and grace

and recast the seeds of destiny
in undying flowery perfume
without fear of quake or collapse

Monday, October 25, 2004

A TRAVESTY

I wish I could clean the cobwebs of legends
that veil the vision, moralising future
with doubtful glories urge us to move backward:

echoes of the dead reverberate; no use
setting the alarm to go off 2010

stashed away in empty slogans life's seconds
periodically exhumed is a travesty
of obsolescence of the sun ever clouded

Gateway of India or Delhi's Circus
suffer midnight lust with rites of consummation
like the conclusion of a tragic poem

Friday, October 15, 2004

SEXLESS SOLITUDE

I don't seek the stone bowl
Buddha used while here:
she dwells on moonbeams

I can see her smiling
with wind-chiselled breast
in sexless solitude

her light is not priced
but gifted to enlighten
the silver linings

PEACE

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


Hidden
in the heart of spring
cries for peace


Unruffled
by passions and clamours--
Buddha's calm


Her heart
a thousand doors of
oneness


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


Splendid with the moon
night in silver peace dreams
thousand folds of light



Tuesday, October 12, 2004

DREAMS SHROUD THE GLOOM

There's no meaning
in being cold and groan:

silence frightens
between the acts

who cares how much
I care and love

forgetting wrinkles
in the lone pool

dreams shroud the gloom
unburnt in sun

Sunday, October 10, 2004

SILENCE

Is it the perfume
or your body
that makes the nights
drunken?

your lush lips
ripple fire
in beautiful silence

your fragrance radiates
flowers and water

can I seek
my voice
in your breasts?

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

PARTING

She doen't know
how silence changes
the dynamics of love
in bed it kills
like the changes
in weather patterns:

I remain sleepless
despite her smell
next to my pillow
holding injured ego
part in the morning
like aliens

THANK THE BODY TOO

It's part of prayer
to have the lingam kissed
or kiss it to feel

the creator's pulse
for a moment
thank the body too

that houses the spirit
we seek in His name
for relief and salvation

through the cycle
of day and night
meeting and departing

learning and unlearning
each moment synthesising
god, sex and the world

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











Monday, October 04, 2004

LOVE WAVES

1. Is it her quietus
that she roars in herself
like a sea
waves upon waves
leaps upon herself


2. Crazy these people
don't know how to go down
with the swirl and up
with the whirl but play
in raging water

3. Gentle like a dove
love was graceful a night away
on the white wave it's
a sea searching ways leaps to
eternity tonight

4. Is it the heat wave
or stupor that I see
shadows in the dark
and call it vision?

5. Before the foamy
water could sting her vulva
a jelly fish passed
through the crotch making her shy--
the sea whispered a new song


6. Swirling spiral
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory:
I breathe fire in the dance
forgetting bends and twists


7. Winter is caught in
waves of narrow discussions
under the blanket
my fingers move by nipples erect
without consummation