Tuesday, January 08, 2008

My haiku published in Asahi Shimbun, December 27, 2007.


on the wings of winter
ill news

--R.K. Singh (India)

R.K. Singh spoke to Santa Claus in Dhanbad, India.

Crowded mall
a Santa Claus asks for
my autograph

Quoted From the NOTEBOOK section on asahi.com, by David McMurray,
Editor, Asahi Haikuist Network.


Monday, January 07, 2008


R K Singh

R K Singh

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The winter chill
slowly rises each evening--
frozen shadows

Moving between
the fingers of a toddler
the first winter rain

Stench of burning leaves
mounts with smoke in the evening:
asthmatic breathing

Under the blue sky
the chestnut trees bloom
white candles

His presence
among the known faces--
evening fog

The wax drips
down the long hard candle--
a soft hum

Her lonely grief
melts in the candle wax--
evening's dark floor

Seeking smell
in the cherries
yet to blossom

Her fingers
I taste in the orange
she peels

After the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion

Trapped in temples
gods frighten my body:
I bow in bed

Sits on a mound
overlooking the camp
awaits signal

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

Between bare branches
two pigeons share silence:
All Hallows' Day

Scrounging for scrap
in a pile of garbage
empty Christmas

Taking short cuts
or overtaking others:
new metro maze

The winter chill
slowly rises each evening--
frozen shadows

Years of home
in three suitcases:
deep breathing

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

From: Muse India, Issue 17, January-February 2008


Rajni Singh – Haiku of R K Singh

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In India the traces of Haiku can be found in the beginning of the 20th century. The Indian Nobel Laureate, Rabindra Nath Tagore, is probably considered to be the first Haikuist of India. His collection of Haiku like poems ‘Fireflies’ was published in English and Bengali. The names of Subramaniam Bharati, Prof. Satya Bhushan Verma and Prof. B.S. Agarwala are also familiar names in regional Haiku in India. Among the Indian English Haiku poets the few familiar names are- Dwarakanath H. Kabadi, N.V.Subbaraman, Angelee Deodhar, Kala Ramesh, K.Ramesh, Mujeeb Yar Jung, I.H.Rizvi, Urmila Kaul, D.C.Chambial, Kanwar Dinesh Singh, R.K.Singh, Mahashwata Chaturvedi, etc. Yet, not many people are aware of Haiku or its intricacies because of lack of literature and / or criticism in various languages in the Indian market.

Haiku writers from all over the country, even though small in number, have contributed their lot in promoting this poetic form in India and out of the many contributors writing in English R.K.Singh as a Haikuist stands apart. R.K.Singh who has been known for economy of expression and brevity for the last three decades has drawn attention of readers to his Haiku, first published in trilogies Every Stone Drop Pebble (pub.1999) and Peddling Dreams (pub.2003 in Pacem in Terris) and more recently in The River Returns (pub.2006). Abdul Rashid Bijapure seems right in his observation that “perhaps it is the single-minded journey of R.K. Singh to press for brevity in expression that leads him to devote his poetic energy to the three line Haiku poems.” Even Singh says “a Haiku is terse, dynamic and complete poetry, rendering the vital energy, which animates not only an individual’s small world but also the entire cosmos.” For Singh it is rather a self- disciplining spiritual exercise marked by living momentness of a moment, imaging a moment:

After morning walk
the trio gossip each day
fresh revelation

Each day of our life is full of happenings and one such is captured here with all subtlety in the same fashion as a photographer clicks a moment.

The poem:
Ripe on the branches
mangoes fall one by one
end of the season

is highly sensuous in appeal. The reader gets an immediate image of a season. The ripeness of the mangoes can be seen and felt in the lines.

The lines:
The leaves sway
to fly like birds
free in the sky

evoke the image even before the eye blinks. Like the swaying of the leaves, the lines appear soft, light and rhythmic.

Singh’s nature poems perfectly meet the traditional Haiku standards:

Smell of Kamini
In front of my house excites:
hummingbirds mate
The night queen fragrance
seeps from the window
my bedroom blooms

The naturalness of the lines instantly hits the sensory organs of the readers. The two poems:
Shining from the blade of grass
a drop on earth’s breast:
tribute to sun
The mynahs
herald the day Clamouring
for moths

reflect the honesty of the poet in creating the images. There is no artificiality or imaginary rendering in these lines. With minutest details the poet constructs a striking image and allows space for reader to create his own image and interpretations.

Singh is not only a sharp watcher of the thingness of the things in nature but is also a keen observer of complex human nature. Running away from reality is human nature and this hollowness of human beings is described in these poems with a tinge of irony:

She hides the mirror
with rose and lipstick
and keeps her fiction
He closes the eyes
expanding inner space
a short – cut tour

Some of his Haiku appear as if speaking directly to the reader. To quote:

Among the white hairs
a solitary black one
keeps her hope alive
She reads my age in
the synthetic dark of moustache
and whitening chest

Singh’s Haiku have distinct local and Indian cultural flavour too:

Red oleander and
hibiscus calling morning
to Kali

The poet is unconventional in his form. He does not strictly abide by the traditional Haiku rules. The adjective in the following poem depicts the unconventionality in the poet’s style:
After prolonged heat wave
sky watery explosion
earth lovely doom

The use of the adjective ‘lovely’ with the noun ‘doom’ is highly contrastive.

The poet’s experimentation with the syllabic pattern is again his break away from the rigid rules. Some of his poems are in 5-7-5 pattern, while the others are in 4-6-4, 3-5-3 and 4-7-4 patterns:

No letters today
addresses of his dead friends
graying in diary

Monsoon shower
after a long heat wave
monotony breaks

My bedroom
a maze of cobweb
spiders breed

Seeking good news
I watch the lines on my palms
taking new turns

This experimentation with the syllabic structure is actually due to the globalization of Haiku and thus Singh alone is not to be blamed for it. In fact, it is to be noted here that the varied syllabic structures do not mar the Haikuness of his Haiku. His three liners, even though roped in different sound patterns/breathe, evoke the images explicitly.

In Haiku there is no place for didacticism or philosophy. But Singh tries out even this trait in his poems. To cite-

He sweeps yellow leaves
or gathers years in a heap
burns to merge with dust

The first line gives a clear picture of the persona who is engaged in a task of cleaning the garden. The second line is suggestive of aging or nearing of death or the autumn of one’s life whereas the ‘yellow leaves’ of the first line suggests winter i.e. death. Thus both the lines focus the temporality of all existence, which further gets strengthened in the last line- ‘burns to merge with dust’. The last line sounds philosophical and recalls to one’s mind the Biblical line- ‘Thou cometh from dust and thou returneth to dust’. Moreover, the word ‘burn’ is again related to Hindu rites where the body is brought to the crematorium ground to burn on the funeral pyre. It seems that the poet was all set to bring in the epigrammatic terseness in this Haiku. It is to be remembered here that Haiku celebrates the beauty of the moment, the truth and minuteness of the moment with clear images rather than witty and layered meanings.

Similarly, the following Haiku is highly philosophical in tone:

Long forgotten
the beginning and the end
exist in middles

Except for the three-liner Haiku pattern, the lines do not fulfill any of the requirements of a Haiku. Neither the reader gets an instant flash of the image nor does he come to a clear idea. He is only left with an option of reading between the lines. And if this is done to a Haiku, it is then no Haiku. The second line of the poem-‘beginning and the end’ is here, probably suggestive of the cycle of life and death. And the last line depicts the mediocrity of people in the present times. Man has forgotten the essence of his existence. He is only given to materiality and his comfort zone is his ‘present’, which he never wants to leave. This Haiku is a poor one. In a book review R.K. Singh comments, “It often depresses me to read in the ‘form’ of Haiku moral commands, philosophical teaching, sentimental reflections and didactic expressions. Haiku is not epigrammatic poetry or short saying; nor is it intellectualizing, romanticizing, or pedantry”. The poet fails to create a Haiku in those three lines; he fails to practice what he says.

Singh puts the first letter of his three liners in capital. Most of his Haiku is expressed in a concise and crystallized form, in present tense with a seasonal word. The poems focus on “what is happening” at a particular moment with all its freshness and truth.

Challenging/experimenting with established/classical rules requires a lot of guts. Singh’s experiments with the classical rules of Haiku and the dexterity with which he handles his Haiku are sufficient enough to define his poetic talent /craftsmanship.


1. Abdul Rashid Bijapure. “The Poetry of R.K. Singh,” New Indian English Poetry: An Alternative Voice, edited by I.K. Sharma, Jaipur: Book Enclave, 2004, p.161.

2. R. K. Singh. Book review. Deuce: Haiku Poems (New Delhi: K.K. Publishers and Distributors, 2001) in Indian Book Chronicle, vol. 28, no.4 April 2003, p. 5.

3. Catherine Mair, Patricia Prime, R.K. Singh. Every Stone Drop Pebble New Delhi: Bahri Publications, 1999.

4. Patricia Prime. “Secrets Need Words: Critical Essay on the Haiku and Tanka of R.K. Singh,” New Indian English Poetry: An Alternative Voice edited by I.K. Sharma, Jaipur: Book Enclave, 2004.

5. Urmila Kaul. “Indian Haiku and Peddling Dream,” New Indian English Poetry: An Alternative Voice edited by I.K. Sharma, Jaipur: Book Enclave, 2004.
6. Angelee Deodhar. “ Haiku: An Indian Perspective,” http://www.Haiku-hia.com

7. http:// tinywords.com

8. ahapoetry.com, Lynx


The article also appears in Muse India, Issue 17, 2008

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