SHE: Haiku Celebrating Woman That Makes Man Complete

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                                SHE

 

   Haiku Celebrating Woman That Makes Man Complete

 

 

        ---Ram Krishna Singh

 

 

    

 

 

                                                21 September 2022

 

 

 

 

 

  

love touch

spirit’s spring time:

new day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

filling emptiness

waves dance over each other—

sky meets the sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her sharp nail draws

love sign on the stone’s back

green patina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

verandah—

touching her naked skin

morning breeze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lemon tea—

shade of her lipstick

on my cup

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still lingers

her scent on the linens

drying in shade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

zipping her back—

hundreds of nights grow wings

with wasp touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t want to stare

her derriere lacks

definition

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

closed eyes:

smelling the cleavage

crescent wanes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her lips

crimson with paan*

stings my heart

 

                                      (*betel)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ice-cream

melts on her lips—

my tongue drowns

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

softness of her lips

and dancing of her tongue—

warm wetness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her smile

with the whiff of sandal

makes love livelier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a thin moon

on her neck hides love

in silk gauze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her gaze

stirs the soul—

clay in void

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

on her back

writes with hair a haiku—

weight of love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

new moon

rocking her world—

twin flames

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

caressing

her pregnant belly—

water lily

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a walking woman

pregnant from the back raising

hand for her man’s hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a pregnant clown

on the squalid mattress—

crying inside

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

half-clad and bare foot

she croons an old song selling

candy on roadside

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

each syllable

allergic pollen and dust

her autumn tongue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

covid-struck

she stares at her nails:

fading face

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

without silver wings

she hugs angels in the blue

becomes a star

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

flour dough

between the fingers

despair sticks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

she looks ahead

after years of heart-bleed:

harvest moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

silence—

her eyes word

wine song

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her smile—

a pair of empty gums

in wrinkled light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

removing her veil

the doctor holds his breath—

gentle touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stain-dried panty

reminds of the night—

flower of lips

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

share memories

in the dark of night—

race for life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her name

written on the sand:

wave breaks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a fleeting shadow

on the kitchen wall—

one more sin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the musky sillage

confirms her presence nearby

in cold sun I wait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thrice she clicks

her heels together:

secret code

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her soul touch

vibrating the depth

in darkness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

midnight moon

senses aroused—

lift the veil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

awake, cross-legged

till witching hour—

no means no

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one with granite tub

a beetle in her bathroom—

silence of dampness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hands sweaty

heart pounding:

secret message

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

drowsy eyes

sun behind the clouds

dreams wrapped up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

camouflaged

her soft fall on bed—

dappled back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mind’s cave

facing fears all night

waning moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

she leaves the room

with a few fallen hairs

and memory

 

 

 

             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

meditation

cell phone rings

love echoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her fingers push

the roots into the earth—

touch-me-not

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

turns off the mood

for prayer in the park—

smelly underarm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

myriad lines

in the hollow of her palms

joined in prayer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lust in mirror

models in lingerie:

winter rain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

clings to the body

her wet red saree—

waving wrinkles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

perfume of wine—

remembering the bouquet

she gave me once

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the village pond—

waiting for her arrival

with a baited hook

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hearing heaviness

of her footsteps passing

the closed door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

breathless

search for airy room

underground

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

maturing like wine

her divine figure jumps

my ageing fullness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

copyright:

 

--Ram Krishna Singh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bio:

 

 

Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R.K.Singh, has been writing  for over four

decades now . 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. Till the end of 2015,  Professor of English  at IIT-ISM in

Dhanbad, Dr Singh has published 52 books, including  poetry collections God Too

Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică  (English/Romanian,

2017), There’s No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019),

Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (English/Spanish, 2019), Silencio: Blanca desconfianza: Silence: White distrust (Spanish edition, Kindle, Spanish/English, 2021), A Lone Sparrow (English/Arabic, 2021), Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021),  Changing Seasons: Selected Tanka and Haiku (English/Arabic, 2021),  Covid-19 And Surge of Silence/Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkȋnȋ (English/Tatar, 2021) , and   白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English/Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022).   His haiku and tanka have been internationally read, appreciated and translated into several languages. His awards and honors include Ritsumeikan University Peace Museum Award, Kyoto, 1999, Certificate of Honor and Nyuusen Prize, Kumamoto, 2000 and 2008, Life time Achievement Award of the International Poets Academy, Chennai, 2009, Prize of Corea Literature, South Korea, 2013, Aichi Prefecture Board of Education Award, Japan, 2015, Naji Naaman’s Literary Prize, Lebanon, 2015, nomination for Pushcart Prize, 2013, 2014, and Citation of Brightest Honour, International Sufi Centre: Sufi World, Bangalore, September 2020.

More at: https://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/R.K._Singh. email: profrksingh@gmail.com.

 

The collection appears as e-book from The Arabic  Haiku  Club and is available for  reading  Free of charge  on calameo.com

https://en.calameo.com/read/00355283198a950fde5f8