Sunday, June 28, 2015

9 SHORT POEMS PUBLISHED IN SYNDIC JOURNAL, ISSUE 13


Cover: Syndic No. 13
Syndic Literary Journal

Poetry: 9 Short Poems By Ram Krishna Singh

Poet Ram Kirshna Singh
Poet Ram Kirshna Singh
9 Short Poems
By Ram Krishna Singh

Narrated By Charles Rammelkamp

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Syndic No. 13
July 2015


Poetry by Ram Krishna Singh

1. SPIRIT'S EDICT
 
After the death of Jesus
I ceased to be a sinner:
God's come closer with His love
 
my flame glows with passion
and dreams rise in new shapes
I love the Spirit's edict
 
2. THERE'S NO GRACE
 
Dusk is doomed
whenI shovel light
in darkness
 
fail to live
the intensity
of prayer
 
moistened eyes
draw me near divine
for a while
 
soul is light
and flowersand wings
 furl in moon
 
but soon pain
overwhelms my space
and tears swell
 
fingers feel
decaying fireflies
in lamplight
 
voice turns blue
I scare my vision
there's no grace
 
3. LABYRINTHS
 
With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising capricorn
held for a sunday child
 
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can't trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to golden reward
 
 
4. LIVING IS A LONG GAME
 
I can't change body
can't belittle nature
prophets of doom
 
can't cross rainbow bridge
nor go to underworld
to reach heaven:
 
water and mountains
I can't negotiate
with my burdens
 
burial no end
living is a long game
that goes beyond death
 
 
5. AFTER THE ACT
 
They practice 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
condemnation
 
after the act
ritual truth burial
and peace politics
 
6. FOUR MICROPOEMS
i.
a professor
not worried so much--
shrinking genius
at his table views nudes
reviews failed erections
 
ii.
the chains multiply
wrap life in the skin of water
crying quits to an acomous sky
the mute soul suffers
the oozing filth
 
iii.
a serpent twists
its head to face a dragon
on her shoulder:
their tails on breast in water swirl
to cleanse my kiss on skin
 
iv.
her smile
with the whiff of sandal
makes love livelier:
I search Tao
in the wind's flavour
 
 
--Ram Krishna Singh
 
 
 
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