Tuesday, November 01, 2022

Poetic Galaxy Atunis features my poems

 https://atunispoetry.com/2022/11/01/ram-krishna-singh-india/

 

Ram Krishna Singh (India)

 
Ram Krishna Singh (India)
 
Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Banares (Varanasi), is an Indian English poet, who has been writing for over four decades now. He is widely published, anthologized and translated into several languages, with over 20 poetry collections to his credit. These include Tainted With Prayers: Contaminado con Oraciones (English/Spanish, 2020), 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). Now retired and settled in Dhanbad, Professor Singh pursues his own literary interests. More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
 
 
BANARES
 
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
 
 
LET’S MEET
 
Before the bananas ripe
let’s meet at least once
 
lest the fog dampen passion
let’s water our love
 
the sun is bright this morning
and night’s promising
 
let’s meet and unfreeze winter
of years, drink some wine
 
restore warmth of faith and hope
and heal the breaches
 
without black goggles for seeing
let’s meet at least once
 
 
BODY: A BLISS
 
To see you naked
is to recall the earth
says Garcia Lorca
 
it’s no sin to love
strip naked in bed, kitchen
or prayer room
 
the bodies don’t shine
all the time nor passion
wildly overflows
 
but when we have time
we must remember parts
arouse dead flesh
 
rub raw with desire
peeling wet layers through light
sound, senses and taste
 
play the seasons:
the thirst is ever new
and blissful too
 
to recreate
the body, a temple
and a prayer
 
 

 

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