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Five TANKA

by

R. K. Singh

1. Seven times he moves
round the vermillion god
under the peepal
sprinkling water to escape
the malefic saturn

2. Waving arms of trees
conspire with overcast day
to drench again
the two of us look for shade
under leaking umbrella

3. Waiting for the remains
of the sacrifice viltures
on the temple tree
stink with humans and goddess
on the river's bank

4. Looking at her face
for the glint of her nosepin
or rise of renku
they couldn't finish but form
in their eyes together

5. Layers of dust thicken
on the mirror water makes
the smuts prominent:
I wipe and wipe and yet
the stains stay like sin


FREEDOM

by

R. K. Singh

It is merely the colour they replace
not the content, and make distance
with rickety slogans engulf the waves
that trap tears before dreams revolt

what use lamenting the shipwreck in a void
or braving the moral remains
or the day's frail fabric in a dead world:
no good as a gauze for the sick

or shroud for the dying; their flags deceive all
in the name of independence
they mock the millions with substanceless noise
while funeral dreams haunt my sleep

I hang nobody's picture in my chamber
but see their shadows masturbate
in damp corners or seduce in 'poppy light'
the crooks and righteous alike

TRAGEDY

by

R. K. Singh

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

PEACE

by

R. K. Singh

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

2. Travelling back
from the waves of bliss
a foam-leap

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

4. Hidden
in the heart of spring
cries for peace

5. Unruffled
by passions and clamours--
Buddha's calm

6. Her heart
a thousand doors of
oneness

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

8. Truce between
two lizards inside
the light fixture

ANONYMITY

by

R. K. Singh

I wasted my life
weaving it into hopes
that could never become
love or faith: now coping with
signs of degeneration

there's no magic wand
to bring back the lost years
--howsoever unhappy--
the dreams of living were true:
even now i seek freedom

of wider world
eloped with reality
I couldn't change with wishes:
the destiny shackles
and anonymity shrouds

ROSE

by

R. K. Singh

1. Greeting the first rains
after months of soaring heat
the lone rose flutters
little petals to the ground
echoing our first embrace

2. Shining on rose leaves
silken layer of dew drops:
gloss of her mauve smile
she blushes when I tell her
beauty of the blooming rose

3. Roses await
sun and wind to clear
the baleful fog:
I fear she'll say no
to my love again

4. The frgrance of rose
seeps through the windows
coupled with full moon
adds to my delight though I'm
alone in my bed tonight

REMIX

by

R. K. Singh

Feeling safe with shadows
live the flickering images

channels deceptively sell:
remote control in the hand

change tunes for songs my mother
hummed and they choreograph

with girls and guys who play sex
sans taste in cheeky zipouch

ABOVE THE EARTH'S GREEN

by

R. K. Singh

He is a solo drum
trying to get his rhythm
against the sputtering rains

the mud sticks on trousers
wet and cool it can't sleep
in the thorns of our yard

I seek my balance in
yog-nidra in the closed
room think his thoughts and lies

we weave to ensnare spirit
that pricks the balloons we pump
to rise above the earth's green

I WANT TO SLEEP

by

R. K. Singh

Living among the sick
and the sickening what else
shall I carry except
germs and allergens that keep
me tossing and turning
from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m.
perhaps from the day one
I've never slept well and now
I want to sleep without pills
drinks, zines or sex
thoughtless, prayerless, in peace

SOLUTION SPACE

by

R. K. Singh

Each time I am stuck up
doing or thinking something

not knowing what to do next
or losing trust in the self

my own notions, my world view
I look for someone to talk over

or sit still for hours or minutes
turn pages of a book to get

the right idea, the rare insight
fume, fumble, fail, and do autopsy

decode messages on corpse of ideas
and lo, the world changes in a second

SOLUTION SPACE

by

R. K. Singh

Each time I am stuck up
doing or thinking something

not knowing what to do next
or losing trust in the self

my own notions, my world view
I look for someone to talk over

or sit still for hours or minutes
turn pages of a book to get

the right idea, the rare insight
fume, fumble, fail, and do autopsy

decode messages on corpse of ideas
and lo, the world changes in a second

SHACKLES OF DARKNESS

by

R. K. Singh

I read them but my prayers
couldn't be news of tomorrow

nor could the images mean
surfing channels with coffee

at the day's end can't reflect
something positive to take

pride in myself, justifying
the age or hours; just prolong

the animal existence
prove worse than animals with

smallness of mind and concerns
forgotten like news flashed in

media without vision
glorify the shackles of

darkness, bluff god and humans
yet ignite minds with flickers

FREEDOM

by

R. K. Singh

It is merely the colour they replace
not the content, and make distance
with rickety slogans engulf the waves
that trap tears before dreams revolt

what use is lamenting the shipwreck in a void
or braving the moral remains
or the day's frail fabric in a dead world:
no good as a gauze for the sick

or shroud for the dying; their flags deceive all
in the name of independence
they mock the millions with substanceless noise
while funeral dreams haunt my sleep

I hang nobody's picture in my chamber
but see their shadows masturbate
in damp corners or seduce in poppy light
the crooks and righteous alike

I SEEK REFUGE

by

R. K. Singh

When I have no home
I seek refuge in the cage
of your heart and close
my eyes to see with your nipples
the tree that cared to save from sun

GRADUAL DEATH

by

R. K. Singh

The thoughts generated
on the toilet seat
couldn't become poetry

even after prayers
the intensity
couldn't become imagery

through long shadows
in the monring remembering
gradual death

THEY CALL IT LOVE

by

R. K. Singh

They measure a woman's worth
with the size of bone concealed
off their chump they call it love
as the maso wave subsides
they try to escape the trap

AT SEA

by

R. K. Singh

Awaiting the wave
that'll wash away empty hours
and endless longing
in this dead silence at sea
I pull down chunks of sky

THE DEAD TOO ARE RESTLESS

by

R. K. Singh

Tracing the corridors
in my mind for the seeds
of misplaced dreams now turned
nightmares drugs can't control
no use mocking meditation
God yoga or psychic
mumbo jumbo to escape
the beasts within nurtured for years
now i fear each move
a suicide bid, but dying
is more difficult when
the dead too are restless

THE DEAD TOO ARE RESTLESS

by

R. K. Singh

Tracing the corridors
in my mind for the seeds
of misplaced dreams now turned
nightmares drugs can't control
no use mocking meditation
God yoga or psychic
mumbo jumbo to escape
the beasts within nurtured for years
now i fear each move
a suicide bid, but dying
is more difficult when
the dead too are restless

LETTER

by

R. K. Singh

Her letter smells
the lotus she wore each time
meeting in the dark--
I touch her fingers again
with all the hopes and passion

EYELESS JAGANNATH

by

R. K. Singh

I can't understand
their mystic heaven or thrills
housed in awareness

time's intricacies
or sources of plastic mist
through mythical depths

the wings of my thought
are too short to climb God's height
or blue deeps of peace

I stand on the edge
of earth's physicality
waiting on the brink

with shadowy lines
and curves to image march of
eyeless Jagannath

if nobody sees
the collapse of procession
and the dark precint

don't blame the poets:
there is too much emptiness
and gloom to ignore

THE PROMISED NEW AGE

by

R. K. Singh

The dawn is still asleep in the east.
Donít dupe us we are marching
Toward the promised new age.

We donít cross the summit in one go.
The hollow bamboos and dry blades conspire
To drug us in our own name.

The summer loo batters the parched land.
The yellowed fields in May and June
Will not green. Itís never vernal here.

The palm-leaf fan canít quench the flame.
The vultures of pre-liberation decades
Are picking potatoes from a rotten heap.

The city is a cowered dog dazzling in neon.
They fight against evils and rots
With the anarchy of flags and slogans

The flood in the Brahmaputra will turn men into fish.
They are not aware though I dream of the vast
Land of lotus shining with young morning sun.

Some SENRYU

by

R. K. Singh



Unclothing
the white night--
lips meeting lips

Their first dating:
with inverted reflection
walk out of the bar

Moving between
the fingers of a toddler
the first winter rain

With his crying baby
he moves in the train's passage:
marital tension

Smoking woman
under a naked tree:
moon garden

Night's passage
on the beach with her:
silky sting

White stubble
round his august chin--
Saturday

Sitting cross-legged
the Hutch receptionist
behind the glass

Awaiting
before the climax
the other woman

The village pond--
waiting for her arrival with
a baited hook

The young maid
giving her nightie
another spin

The wind lifts
her curved nudity hidden
in the water curtain

Tastier my tea
with her one sip--
I keep the cup

NIGHTMARE

by

R. K. Singh

For a diversion
rests his palm on her pussy
and head on the breast
till he shuts the hand out
and adds to the nightmare

REVELRY

by

R. K. Singh

In their drunken chant
lurks divinity, the joy
let loose in rhythm
roses colour the spirit
drowsily lost and regained

ON THE WALL

by

R. K. Singh

On the wall
witnesses of the past
moth-eaten

CRAZY NATURE

by

R. K. Singh

Discourse on heaven
and after-life pleasures
is bumptious bullying
to live without meaning
midst searches for the lost:

so inciting is
the hell of cyberworld
they forget to pray
and multiply their pain
corroding consciousness

but it doesn't matter--
whining in sleep or whinging
is part of crazy
nature in race with itself
and god a convenience

A TONGUE OF BRIARS

by

R. K. Singh

Seeks music in
love's masturbating keys
at his bed's foot
the breath of god lay forked
like a tongue of briars

STREETLIGHTS DIE

by

R. K. Singh

Streetlights die
with the onrush of rain--
walking to silence

SNAKES: A HAIKU SEQUENCE

by

R. K. Singh


Sunny morning:
a snake slides through the fence
looking for a prey

Full of silt
the Ganga overflows:
snakes under the waves

Raises its hood
a cobra in water:
algae criss-cross

Searching reason
in the labyrinthine pattern:
snakes in courtyard

Avoids searching
mushroom in the crowded green--
snake on the fence

Searches thorn apples
to propitiate lingam:
snake in sanctum

A snake's tail
coils round a sweet
in the box

Smells a snake
in the wet grass--
her smile

Rises with tickles
between the thighs
the dream-serpent

A yellow snake
slithers on the grass--
dewy trail of love

Climbing high through
rough pathway and stony cold
a green snake

A snake's dead skin
near the fence:
she stands unmoving

BODY: A BLISS

by

R. K. Singh

"To see you naked
is to recall the Earth"
says Garcia Lorca

it's no sin to love
strip naked in bed, kitchen
or prayer room

the bodies don't shine
all the time nor passion
wildly overflows

but when we have time
we must remember the parts
arouse the dead flesh

rub raw with desire
peeling wet layers through light
sound, senses and taste

play the seasons:
the thirst is ever new
and blissful too

to recreate
the body, a temple
and a prayer

SELF-DEFEAT

by

R. K. Singh

Crushed between the heart and head
I fail to get along with
my own creation

sinister and righteous
that challenges my being
for not meeting her hopes

I did what I could
but how to produce a mate
for her peace and bliss

she raises her eyebrows
and isolates herself as if
I authored all her griefs

now stripped and alone
with hands over my chest
I stand in the street

await the coffin
to reconcile the truths
I could not conceive

BODY

by

R. K. Singh

She lends her canvas
with emotions on palate:
cries of orchestra

EROTICS OF BYGONES

by

R. K. Singh

I hate kneaded flour
it reminds of semen
in the dark of my palms

it puts me off to smell
sweat oozing from the armpits
the thighs moist with urine

in bed the body is
its own antidote if itched
for love the wasted sex

I hate to meditate
the erotics of bygones
growling with unzipped night

SEASONAL GRACE

by

R. K. Singh


Amidst trees without fruits
and the rising jungle
flowers a seasonal grace
in colours coexist
with disfiguring autumn

SEASONAL GRACE

by

R. K. Singh


Amidst trees without fruits
and the rising jungle
flowers a seasonal grace
in colours coexist
with disfiguring autumn

--R.K.SINGH

SOME FRESH HAIKU

by

R. K. Singh

Breathing afresh
up from the abyss--
meditation

Her voice
distant yet I can hear
her breasts

Softness of her lips
and dancing of her tongue
warm wetness

Entwined
under the limbs
petals

Making lemon tea
and warm buttery toast--
birds singing outside

Each morning
the same prayers:
God's silence

At the kitchen door
await a handful of wheat
two pigeons

Fallen tea drops
reminding of the guests
last evening

Leaves fall
to touch his shrine
mukti

Dusty leaves
break days of silence:
spring's first rain

TOUCH ME NOT

by

R. K. Singh

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

TOO SMALL

by

R. K. Singh

Humility
with pride and arrogance
stalls expression:
self-illusions aren't
aesthetic adjustments
nor is poet
larger than himself
when he says
he's too small

--R.K.SINGH

THREAT

by

R. K. Singh

We chase myths in self-made Amazon
fish turtles that change colour in new waters

we create landscape of nightmares and wade through
anacondas that threaten our confidence

lost in the jungles of our own making
we beat about the thorny grasses now

look for the twin flames for convenience
cloud judgment and reality for control

challenge the Republic and divide
the defence that could never be

FIRESIDE

by

R. K. Singh

Seated by fireside
a crying child wards off flies
on her tear-stained face:

both hungry in a rich house
the master picks stars in her hair

who cares how this sullen place
turns golden with mask over
a poor woman's face

the bull performs the act
and flees hiding
blackness in the dawn

and distorted relics

CHASM

by

R. K. Singh

It's lightning
every evening
in the sky
but it doesn't rain

I keep postponing
my journey

whether the train is late
or I miss it
it doesn't matter

I look below
the chasm is wide
like the lightning
but it doesn't rain

Untitled

by

R. K. Singh

the lips in her eyes
and long hours in the mouth
no moist secret
between us to reveal:
now our backs to each other

FLICKERING LUST

by

R. K. Singh

The mind creates
withdrawn to its own pleasures
a green thought
behind the banyan tree
behind the flickering lust

POETIC DISTURBANCE

by

R. K. Singh


Thereís more to view in a dew drop
than what lies in my backyard
--years of muck and mucking aboutó
burial too difficult

in sunlight images shine
like crystal ball reveal my mind
in poetic disturbance
leaking lust and blood on dried grass

--R.K.Singh

POETIC DISTURBANCE

by

R. K. Singh


Thereís more to view in a dew drop
than what lies in my backyard
--years of muck and mucking aboutó
burial too difficult

in sunlight images shine
like crystal ball reveal my mind
in poetic disturbance
leaking lust and blood on dried grass

--R.K.Singh

POETIC DISTURBANCE

by

R. K. Singh


Thereís more to view in a dew drop
than what lies in my backyard
--years of muck and mucking aboutó
burial too difficult

in sunlight images shine
like crystal ball reveal my mind
in poetic disturbance
leaking lust and blood on dried grass

--R.K.Singh

DEGENERATION

by

R. K. Singh

When gods are out to teach me a lesson
where to go to pray or find relief?

my prophet friend predicts each day good
and the future fulfilling, the palmists find
the sun, saturn, venus, and rahu hostile

they seek money for rituals, stones, or mantras
while God gives us the best in life gratis

I can't change man or nature, nor the karmas
now or tomorrow they all delude
in the maze of expediency and curse
stars, fate, destiny, or life before and after
degenerating the mind, body, thought, and divine

--R.K.Singh

DEGENERATION

by

R. K. Singh

When gods are out to teach me a lesson
where to go to pray or find relief?

my prophet friend predicts each day good
and the future fulfilling, the palmists find
the sun, saturn, venus, and rahu hostile

they seek money for rituals, stones, or mantras
while God gives us the best in life gratis

I can't change man or nature, nor the karmas
now or tomorrow they all delude
in the maze of expediency and curse
stars, fate, destiny, or life before and after
degenerating the mind, body, thought, and divine

HOW SILLY

by

R. K. Singh

Youíre my love tonight
you know me like your body

will you bother to say hello tomorrow
if we meet in the street
alone like this?

just as I like your frisette
you like my male smell
you say.will you clutch
my hands like this tomorrow
if I meet and say Iím hungry?

how silly, darling, go & wash
your mouth smells pubic hair

-R K Singh

RED LIGHT

by

R. K. Singh

Hurrying at red light
is no exception
be it traffic or sex
movement is the essence
and time matters

A TRIBUTE

by

R. K. Singh

The world is too big
& my share seems so small
thank God my name's alive
on the net they can find
my lyrics not read in print
though none care to comment
for academics to hail me
a poet for PhD

--R.K.Singh

A POEM

by

R. K. Singh

A poem rests
on brain signals imaged
in words and silence
one decodes with dogsense
smelling twists and turns in rhythm
that turn it prophetic

--R.K.Singh