Her Powerful Connection Before Daybreak

Prof Ram Krishna Singh       -- Apr 26, 2025

Seven evocative haiku by Prof Ram, exclusively for Different Truths, paint a vivid tapestry of nature, devotion, and life’s fleeting moments at the Ganges.

 

Sun rising late
slow arrival of winter
feverish warmth

awaits the sunrise
in the chilly Ganges
a nude worshipper

sunrise
behind the temple:
cloud’s edge

flowers turn
to the rising sun:
greeting

a dense fog
hides the sunrise—
waning winter

her day begins
before dawn with the lantern
worshipping lingam

aged with seasons
now seeks sojourn in the west—
no more sunrise

welcoming sunrise
dew drops on dry leaves—
an epitaph

Picture design Anumita Roy

Prof Ram Krishna Singh

 

Ram Krishna Singh is a widely published, anthologised, and translated poet with over 25 poetry collections to his credit. His recent poetry collections include Covid-19 And Surge of Silence/Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkȋnȋ (English/Tatar, 2021), Silence: A White Distrust (English/Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022), Poems and Micropoems (Southern Arizona Press, USA, 2023) and Knocking Vistas and Other Poems.

https://www.differenttruths.com/sunrise-a-haiku-sequence/ 

 

Apr 26, 2025

 

Mahakumbh

My poem 'Mahakumbh' appears in  The Fringe999 Poetry Forum,  11 April 2025

Mahakumbh
by Ram Krishna Singh

i.

The Ganges condescended
to flow down from Shiva’s matted hair
with white laughter
from the Himalayas to Kashi
it shone so pure and bright
but failed to quench
the earthly thirst
or cleanse the human heart
their sinful mind
the goddess couldn’t change
I clearly see in its apparent grace
missing all turbulence
so necessary to wash out
the ills of ages it seems
it’s lifeless now
impotent to set right
the rotten state of man

ii.

The morning’s withered flesh
and swollen skin of the day
by bloody nullah in smoke 
tears shade tomorrow
like today, everyday they cry
but nobody hears groans, or sees
dark eruptions on naked walls
that hide maps of bones
and skeins of dreams piled
beside broken hearth fate
is a luxury of helplessness
they won’t  believe or accept
if there is a hell on earth
it’s here, it’s here, it’s here 

iii.

There’s nothing comfortable in the chilly gray wind and
what burns at the wintry end of Holi splash of colors
unglow what might have been left in ransacked ashes
they all witness the last shot of season in transition
like bare-branched trees unrelieving miseries of truth
in the unspirited sandbank and inscrutable shades

Author Note
Mahakumbh, which is in three parts… The poems derive from my observations during the recently concluded Mahakumbh in Allahabad and Varanasi. 

Author Bio

Ram Krishna Singh has published poems, articles and book reviews in various magazines and journals over the years and taught English Language skills at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad for four decades. His latest books of poems include Poems and Micropoems (2023) and Knocking Vistas And Other Poems (2024). Find him on Twitter @profrksingh and on Facebook www.facebook.com/profrksingh . More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh

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My tanka in cc&d magazine

 

Echoes of the Soul -- Ashok Kumar comments

 

While I sit still

how my shadow moves

the little flame of candle

tossing against the wind

or wheedling passion nestles

in the grey of mound

 

--R K Singh

 

Echoes of the Soul: Unpacking the Mystique of R.K. Singh's Verse

 

--Ashok Kumar

 

In the realm of poetry, where words dance and souls take flight,

R.K. Singh's verse whispers secrets of the universe, in the stillness of the night.

The poem, a masterful exploration of the human condition,

Unfolds like a lotus flower, revealing the mysteries of existence, in every delicate precision.

The image of the shadow, moving, despite the stillness of the poet's form,

Echoes the whispers of the soul, where the winds of passion and reason forever storm.

The little flame of the candle, tossing against the wind's gentle caress,

Symbolizes the fragility and beauty of life, in all its fleeting tenderness.

The "wheedling passion" that "nestles in the grey of mound"

Speaks to the complexities of the human heart, where emotions forever resound.

The grey of the mound, a metaphor for the ambiguities of life,

Reminds us that truth and reality are forever shrouded, in mystery and strife.

R.K. Singh's poem is a testament to the power of poetry,

To capture the essence of the human experience, in all its beauty and complexity.

This verse is an invitation to introspection, to explore the depths of our own soul,

To confront the shadows that move, despite our stillness, and to find the peace that makes us whole.

May this poem be a blessing to all who read it,

A reminder of the mysteries that lie within, and the beauty that forever awaits.

 

Copyright @ Dr. Ashok Kumar, March 23, 2025

 

 

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Vision

 My poem appears on Minuto de Poesia in English and Spanish 

HAIKU SEQUENCE OF R K SINGH

 I still possess a couple of copies of 'moonset Literary Newspaper ' an'ya used to edit and publish. Feeling glad to share one that carries an article on my haiku.

 

My poem appears in cc&d Magazine