Tuesday, January 27, 2015




Measuring mantra
to the drops falling from tap
a visitor
to the abode of Khwaja
suffers pushes from the crowd
and yet remains thirsty:

the Khadim promises prayers
Gharib Nawaz feeds thesoul
he returns to the Sun City
through the highways lost in the dark
thanks God sitting before the image
of Golden Temple
mumbles Baha’i  prayers
Mahamrityunjay jaap
and Hanuman Chalisa
crowning confused liberation



They practice death
in school and blame India:
terrorist politics

no wake-up call
be it Nawaz orModi
power luxury

in angel costume
each invokes divine

after the act
ritual truth burial
and peace politics




peeping through the fog
the sun feebly comforts
a sparrow’s nest
built under the window sill:
i hear a new-born crying


my face
locked in her hands
i can’t look—
love’s changing shapes
a  bird in cage


scratching his groin
a worshipper offers food:
the flattered deity
in flowery garbage, holy
water, incense, &  sweat

–Ram Krishna Singh


Haiku from Terebess Asia Online (TAO)

Ram Krishna Singh (1950-)

Unattached --
drop of water on
lotus leaf

Alone on the platform
wait for the train
swatting mosquitoes

After the sunset
wheels of a returning cart
along the paddy

Her wet lingerie reveals
more than her body:
I drown in her sea

Away from home --
smell of frying fish
in the air


From Haiku International

Ram Krishna Singh (1950-)
In English
Terebess Gábor fordításai

Nem kapaszkodik -

Egyedül a peronon
vonatra várva
szúnyogot csapkodok

Vizes fehérneműje
testénél többet sejtet:
tengerébe fulladok

árnyékot keres
szakadt felhő alatt
egy rongyszedő

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


A Kolkata poetry magazine, VOICE OF KOLKATA, Vol. 15/2 & 16/1 Combined, 10.01.2015  has featured my poetry with an e-mail interview given to the British poet and blogger, Helen Ingram https://marsocialauthorbusinessenhancementlovehurtloss.wordpress.com/category/author-interviews/

Thanks Biplab for your support to my poetry.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015




They practise death

in  school and blame India

terrorist politics

no wake-up call

be it Nawaz or Modi

power luxury

in angel costume

each invokes divine


after the act

ritual truth burial

and peace politics


Saturday, January 17, 2015

One of my Haiku translated into Russian

      R K Singh
rises slowly
after a sleepless night
a sick sun

нехотя поднимается
после бессонной ночи
больное солнце
      2015-01-16 01:08:52

Thursday, January 08, 2015

In an Interview with Varsha Singh


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

In conversation with Dr. R.K. Singh

Interviewed by Varsha Singh, Managing Editor, Reviews
*First Published in Reviews, Vol. 1, Issue 2.

Brought up and educated in Varanasi, India, Dr. R.K. Singh is a university professor teaching English language skills to students of earth and mineral sciences. He has authored over 160 research articles and 170 book reviews in journals in all over the world. He has been writing poems in English for over three decades now and is widely anthologized and published in various journals and e-zines. Team Reviews is glad to feature an enriched conversation with Dr. Singh. 

VS: Sir, what started you writing poetry?

RKS: Expression of creativity is own cause. It has been a natural activity happening by itself since my teenage. I offer no justification for writing poetry.
VS: What sort of thing did you write about when you began?
RKS: I initially wrote in Hindi with my teenage imagination, both in metrical and free verse form. It was largely romantic stuff but at times, social and political too. I can safely call it ‘practice exercises’ which continued in English, too, till I discovered my own natural voice and rhythm in my early twenties. By then, I had the maturity to reflect on personal life and experiences that include various familial, social, political, cultural, psychosexual, erotic, philosophical, spiritual, and even literary and academic issues, just as there were aspects of love, loneliness, failure, frustration, and memories.
VS: Now, jumping the years, can you say, are there any themes which particularly attract you as a poet, things that you feel you would like to write about?
RKS: Such a question is relevant for poets who are good at writing about a particular subject (on demand). Since I deliberately or consciously do not write on a particular theme, I can’t say what specific theme I should write in future. I have been writing what I intimately know or understand, or what naturally occurs to my mind, as part of my living experiences. 
VS: Has there ever been a point when you thought the reader is not going to understand this? Have you ever imagined yourself in the readers’ shoes while writing?
RKS: Sometimes when I re-read my poems and find that I am not able to understand it myself as a reader, I try to rewrite it, or discard it. I do ensure that I don’t put out a poem which is not sensible to me. Sometimes certain images and metaphors may be challenging, but I do enjoy writing poems that may be “ambiguous” and/or allow more meanings than one. For example, since I hardly use titles or punctuation marks, the lines can be read differently to derive different meanings. Then, there is the use of enjambment (one line passing to the next with full period or question mark etc at the end) just as there are instances where first word of the next line plays a double role both at grammatical and semantic levels. The readers do need to be sensitive about these features of my poetry that make it simple and complex at the same time. This has been my normal style, posing difficulty to readers…. I am not writing prose as poetry!
VS: Could you speak about the use of clichés in your poetry? 
RKS: If you point to the use of sex as clichés, then I would like you to read Dr G.D. Barche’s article ‘Phoenix’ and ‘Icarus’ Reworked in the Erotic Poetry of R.K.Singh  (Creative Forum, Jan-Dec 1991) and R.S. Tiwary’s article ‘Secret of  the First Menstrual Flow: R.K.Singh’s Commitment to Fleshly Reality (Language Forum, Jan-Dec 1997). Both these articles are also available in New Indian English Poetry: An Alternative Voice (ed. I.K.Sharma, 2004) Sex is a fact of daily life and it is through sex, one can understand the truths about the individual or his/her social consciousness.
VS: You are well known for your haiku and Tanka. Can you tell me about when you first began to become interested in these forms of poetry and how it changed your perception of the writing small verses?
RKS: I have been writing haiku and tanka for over three decades. In fact I used these forms as stanzas of many of my regular poems before these could happen with the sense of ‘here and now’ as individual poems. It appears now my lyrics are limited to tanka and regular poems reduced to haiku/senryu. 
My first encounter with haiku was via Ezra Pound’s translations nearly four decades ago. In the 1980s, I tried to explore haiku in the UK and USA and read many haijins. I gladly acknowledge help from Mohammed H. Siddiqui (Baltimore), who shared with me copies of several journals and quality haiku by many good practitioners in Japan, Europe, North America, Australia and New Zealand. I had great support from the editor and publisher of Azami (Japan). I could successfully write and publish many haiku and tanka all over the world.
VS: How do you relate ideas to language, or aesthetics to language?
RKSFor success in any creative genre, one needs to be not only sensitive about language but also love it. Aesthetic sense without language sense is incongruous. The process of relating it, i.e. aesthetics to language, is rather intuitive. One needs honesty to oneself.
VS: Being a Professor, you have a vast experience of teaching. How would you say your experience in the classroom has influenced your poetry?
RKS: Teaching, be it Scientific English, Grammar, Literature, or Criticism, has had no influence on my writing poetry.  I have been a different person when I teach. I am not I when I write a poem.
VS: When you finish a poem do you believe you have put order into that chaotic world of random language without a form?
RKS: With practice and experience, an idea takes the form appropriate to it.  If a poem begins well, it finds its end too. The initial chaos in the mind is resolved with the form it assumes and the end it gets.
VS: The writing of poetry is something which has been a great satisfaction to you in your life, is it?
RKS: Can’t say. But I would like to be remembered as a poet.
VS: What advice do you have for young poets/writers? 
RKS: Read what you enjoy reading. Read different poets/writers, and develop love for the language, a sense of rhythm, and sensibility.    


Wednesday, January 07, 2015


Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh
Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Varanasi, India, is a university professor with active interest in poetry and English language teaching. He has authored more than 160 research articles, 170 book reviews and 39 books. Many of his poems have been translated into Italian, Chinese, Japanese, French, Spanish, Greek, Crimean Tatar, German, Portuguese, Bangla, Hindi, Punjabi etc. His latest collection, I am No Jesus and Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku, recently appeared from Romania. Dr Singh is currently Professor of English at Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad, India. URL: http://rksinghpoet.blogspot.in ; email: profrksingh@gmail.com

The dates on calendar question
all my undone acts
and memories that haunt or fade
in nightly nakedness
stumbling toward the next day’s sun
without celebration
at 63 January jeers
my degenerating sex
a still itch: mantra and mirror
quiet god and drying petals

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
Unpruned roses
and unmown grasses
make me aware
of the emptiness
the dusk in her room sounds
she searches out
her shadow in
the rising moon
I feel the season’s prick
The cracks on the parapet
have widened for the peepal
to stay green for once
rains too want us to drench
our heads and feel one
with cool wind
in a dark corner
shed fears and enjoy love