Biography:
Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R.K.Singh, has been writing for over four decades. Born (31 December 1950), brought up and educated in Varanasi, he has been professionally concerned with teaching and research in the areas of English language teaching, especially for Science and Technology, and Indian English Poetry practices. He is widely published, anthologized and translated into several languages, with nearly 25 poetry collections, including the recent ones Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English/Japanese, 2022), Poems And Micropoems (2023), and Knocking Vistas And Other Poems (2024) to his credit. More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
NOISES
I can’t hear my self
their noises erase my world
choices are denied–
questions of being wound me
courage and strength fade away
noises mute my voice
distract us from the truth
crowns change with the wind
and they play chess with our lives
they feed us dust and potions
in their new temples
arouse their magic deities
make us yell loud
and hang us upside down
ROT
Moon energy
fills up the inner space-
call to wake up
or be hostage to wounds
that don’t auto-correct
astral faults
knitting the luck
amidst the waste gods spread
I smell the rot
WEIRD CHAINS
They invent new lies with periodical distractions
repeat falsehood till truth turns doubdtful
teach generations the ways of hating
the porn of discriminating, dividing, killing
the innocents that love their neighbours
value diversity, equality and peace
shunning the weird chains that lock the sun for roots to grow
AGAINST THE WAVES
The crowded life and emptiness of the flat
doesn’t help me resurrect what’s gone
late at night I may pile hopes on a pale paper
trying to invent a new life to live with
end up seized by pain trolling in the shady light
double bed, blank mirror and still greyer dawn
the pillow hurts, the image derides, the prayers fail
the roaring inside, the ghostly silence
and unfading darkness. I’m no Odysseus
but keep straying against the waves
Ten Tanka
Baffling my brain
mosquitoes find my vein
in night’s darkness
they land without humming
suck blood with swollen itch
The sky’s map
distorts in no time
my funny face
no physics could force
the cloud’s short-hand
A sleeping soul
under medication
mumbles love tanka
he can’t recall
on awakening
Swirling spiral
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory:
I breathe fire in the dance
forgetting bends and twists
When I inhale in
her mouth and exhale stroking
hair or caressing
I ride her into joy and
make her hail morning like earth
Short nights and long days
sleep loss rustles a friction
echoing in bed
the cycle of cravings
over and over again
Undissolved in light
chasing rainbow desire
no grand affair
no experiment to live
the essence, no end to dust
The tree is me
leafy, green, bent, straight, full, rich
rooted in nature
loving sun, moon and stars
sheltering one and all
Lightning
roaring colours in the sky
red, white, dark
merge into one
fire, water, earth
What poem can brew
on faces hidden behind
veils misty eyes say
all I can’t image in
haiku with season word