R.K.Singh awarded for his poetry

THE WORLD PRIZE FOR LITERARY EXCELLENCE 2019-2020, APPROVED BY THE PROVINCIAL Municipality of URUBAMBA, THE Hispanomundial UNION OF WRITERS (UHE), OF PERUHE; MOTIVATIVATIONAL STRIPS, THE SULTANATE OF OMANATE OF OMANATE OF OMANATE AND THE WORLD NATIONS WRITERS UNION, BY KAZAKASKAN

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AGAINST THE WAVES

AGAINST THE WAVES: SELECTED POEMS (New Delhi: Authors Press, 2021, ISBN 978- 93-90891-58-0, Price Rs.295 US $25) by Ram Krishna Singh.

Poems, including haiku and tanka, have continued to happen since the publication of my collection YOU CAN’T SCENT ME AND OTHER SELECTED POEMS (2016). Most of them have appeared in both print and online journals. I compiled some of them in my latest book AGAINST THE WAVES. I am indebted to Sudarshan Kcherry ji for his support to my creativity and readily agreeing to publish this collection of poems under the imprint of Authors Press. The book is now available from the publisher and other online platforms. Please email to: authorspressgroup@gmail.comI seek support from fellow poets, scholars, and students to read it and enrich their personal library.

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PANDEMIC POEMS

1

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

2

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 

–R K Singh

https://www.setumag.com/2021/04/pandemic-poems-ram-krishna-singh.html

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Read Poem: POETICS, by Ram Krishna Singh

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Genre: Creativity

POETICS

The hole between words is vaginal
if the mind could penetrate

the seed won’t question age
inside the lines it crackles

with orgasmic pleasure
meanders through the tunnel

from first breath to oblivion
stays erect, liberates the text

— Ram Krishna Singh

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Making Holes

Spillwords.com presents: Making Holes, a haiku written by R. K. Singh, an Indian English poet (b. 31 DEC.1950)

Source: Making Holes

 

making holes

in the wooden cross

white ants

 

–R K Singh

 

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Poems by Ram Krishna Singh

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My Poems published in SYNDIC Literary Journal No. 37– 10th Anniversary Special issue

A Medley of Short Poems

ByDhanbad Poet Ram Krishna Singh

Narration By Roger Netzer

1.

I AM NO JESUS

I am no Jesus
but I can feel the pains
of crucifixion

as a common man
suffer all what he suffered–
play the same refrains

at times cry and pray
hope for better days ahead
despite lack of love

diminishing strength
failures, ennui and blames
for sins I didn’t author

I am no Jesus
but I can smell the poison
and smoke in the air

feel for humankind
like him carry the cross
and relive my dreams

I am no Jesus
but I can feel the pains
of crucifixion

2.

VALLEY OF SELF

I don’t know which psalms to sing

or which church to go to feel

the flame within for a while

sit or lie still with

faith weather the restlessness

brewing breath by breath

I don’t know the god

or goddess or the mantra

to chant when fear overtakes

my being and makes me suffer

plateaus of nightmares

paralyzing spirit to live

and be the promised fulfillment

I see no savior come

to rescue me when mired

I seek freedom from myself:

my ordeals are mine alone

in the valley of self

I must learn to clear the clouds

soaring high or low

3.

NUDE DELIGHT

The coiled divine

renews eternity

in the body’s cells

fed on sensuous sweetness

and moment’s littleness

for years fleshly reign

seemed spirit’s radiance

in the deep pit

now suddenly sparks the itch

for heaven’s nude delight

4.

STRANGER

I don’t know where I lived

in my former existence

but the hell I’ve breathed

for four decades here

couldn’t adapt my soul:

I remain a stranger

to them and to the cold walls

that put out the candle lights

in my roofless sky

5.

RETURN TO WHOLENESS

The body is precious

a vehicle for awakening

treat it with care, said Buddha

I love its stillness

beauty and sanctity

here and now

sink into its calm

to hear the whispers in all

its ebbs and flows

erect, penetrate

the edge of life and loss

return to wholeness

6.

GOSPEL

Don’t question the lips

that wilt the tongue

licking wetness in the mouth

the mystery of delight

prophecy of the birth

by salty swallowing

make new parables

with face mask surviving

one more gospel

7.

GHETTO

I feel the yellow leaves with the day’s silence in their stare

the ghetto uncovers what they try to conceal–

feeling stuck, a little ‘off’, or foggy

in the sameness of everyday celebrating

no sex, no travel, no drinks, no books but black smoke

dust and emptiness of years they’re unsure about

here each one sounds too profound, perching for new life

between the parentheses ending up

a kite snapped and strayed into a bush

8.

TANSHI

Crushed heads of serpents coil along the road

green glitter of stream strikes my vision

I walk and fear the growing ripples in urinal

***

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

***

Apple, snake and three-fifth of me

in bed manipulates man

inside selfish rubbles

***

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

 ***

The smile you weave splits the sun

I lose my direction in clouds darkening

the white of the lake moon kissed

***

Here she goes in the long light

and swiftly a shadow moves with her

***

What if my nights are poisoned by evil spirits

they can’t corrupt my bare truth in one life

***

The fire broke out to retaliate

they fight with lightning

***

Where will I reach running with gluey feet on gashed earth

a relentless sun licks leftover of a dying day

***

Not to kiss my feet they rush

waves vie with waves to reach the shore

***

The dance of rain is good for a short

but the fall of sky is too much

***

Keep my cracked tongue tightly closed

lest the diseased mind is known

R.K. SINGH

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World Haiku Series 2020 (9) Haiku by Ram Krishna Singh

Akita International Haiku Network

World Haiku Series 2020 (9)

Haiku by Ram Krishna Singh

half-clad and bare foot

she croons an old song selling

candy on roadside

半裸でそして素足で

彼女は古い歌をやさしく歌っている

道端でキャンデーを売りながら

forever

a visiting guest–

loneliness

永遠に

訪問する客―

孤独

unlockdown:

fractured biorhythm

deity distance

封鎖解除

壊れたバイオリズム

神の距離

sunset–

smoke and mirror

muddy path

日没

喫煙と鏡

泥だらけの小道

summer solstice

solar eclipse at peak

fear new virus

夏至

ピーク時の日食

新しいウイルスを恐れる

sudden downpour–

even in sleep I worry

about the virus

突然の土砂降り

寝ていても心配

ウイルスについて

on the terrace

facing the sun

an empty chair

テラスで

太陽を向いて

空の椅子

visiting home–

shadows of forgotten days

on the wall

家を訪問

忘れられた日々の影

壁の上に

stunted bud

in the earthen pot–

winter sun

発育不全の芽

土の鉢に

冬の太陽

lemon tea–

shade of her lipstick

on my lips

レモンティー

彼女の口紅の色合い

私の唇に

―Translated by Hidenori Hiruta

Bio note:

Ram Krishna Singh, a leading Indian English poet,  has been writing  for about four decades. Professionally,  till the end of 2015, …

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Ram Krishna Singh

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Ramkrishna Singh (India)

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My Haiku published in Петрушка настамба

Yellow lemons

still hanging after the storm

sunny backyard

***

sun rising late

slow arrival of winter

feverish warmth

***

weaving webs

between branches and leaves

autumn spiders

***

fit of sneezes

no winter allergy

thinking of sex

***

fingers feel

decaying fireflies

in lamplight

***

white light

dressing off her shoulders

musky scent up

***

prayer book

covering the glass—

his last drink

***

noon sun-

yellow blouse

on her wet back

***

brightness

straining through the trees:

tea in full moon

***

waking up

gloves ready for the catch-

unclaimed light

***

forever

a vanishing guest:

loneliness

***

unlockdown:

fractured biorhythm

deity distance

***

Sunday’s lunar light

shining into the deepest-

my shadow self

***

stands behind the door

in pleasing nudity

a woman in hurry

***

I didn’t want to stare

her derriere lacks

definition

***

resting

in the cleft of the rock

honeybees

***

float over the hill

the autumn circles of smoke-

her long hair streaming

***

a quick brush

with snake in the fence:

plucking flowers

***

December dusk

firy cleavage on roadside

breathless coalfield

https://petruska-nastamba.ml/ram-krishna-singh-india/

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