Saturday, December 10, 2022

Poems published in Creative Flight, Vol. III, Issue II, October 2022

 

 

 

SHE: A FRAGMENT

 -       Ram Krishna Singh (India)

 

i.

 

rocking chair:

sun through the clouds in

verandah

after days of rain

and nostalgic nights

 

she hands me

a lukewarm tea of

ginger, clove

and honey to make

love and stay alive

 

 

ii.

 

shadows fly from my fingers

with the moving wrist—

the hand disappears

 

I can’t touch her heart

under the tan skin:

they waver behind the glass

 

hissing through clenched teeth

as I sip my drink

she gives me a frozen smile

 

 

 

iii.

 

who can see

except myself

the ghetto within?

 

I laugh away

when she senses it

in the façade

of the forgotten

 

I reinvent

searching miracles

in her annoyance

 

 

iv.

 

she props the stooping lemons

with stake but avoids

bending close to me:

 

I die to draw the blossom

in my twining arms

but she likes the other scent

 

 

v.

 

she’s graceful

on bended knees

supplicant

head bent, in peace

 

victim of whip

can’t pull back

past happiness

love’s sharp tongue

 

he’s no lug

can’t see the gems

in rain drops

her aura shines

 

vi.

 

I feel her hyaline influx

in my deep love leaps

from the soul with subtle glows

her breath runs through my veins:

this vassal of the flesh blushes

as I drink the infinite in her

 

vii.

 

don’t question the lips

that wilt the tongue

licking wetness in the mouth

 

the mystery of delight

prophecy of the birth

by salty swallowing

 

make new parables

with face mask surviving

one more gospel

 

 

viii.

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, sense and taste

 

play the seasons:

the thirst is ever new

and blissful too

 

to recreate

the body, a temple

and a prayer
 
[pp.104-108]
 
 
 
 
 

CRY FOR ALTERNATIVE

 

-       Ram Krishna Singh (India)

 

There is a whole lot of crowded life under the long flyover

--from fish market to plastic tents and car parking to excretion—

poor pedestrians can’t cross the road either side

 

they fear auto rickshaws, bikes, food stalls, pushes and pickpockets

on the footpath extended shops short-circuit every movement

opposite Paras Cancer Centre in Raja Bazar

 

it’s a sight of sepsis with multiple dysfunction

--a consilience of rural ambition with urban abundance—

they cry for alternative diagnosis but lack doctor and ventilation  
 
 
[p. 109]
 



IT DOESN’T HAPPEN HERE ALONE

 

-       Ram Krishna Singh (India)

In the Congress

a Republican law maker*

condemns same-sex

marriage three days ago

now attends wedding of

his gay son with

the love of his life reports

Centre Daily

in defence he questions

the Democrats’ silence

about nuptial

of historic inflation

and price rise at

petrol pumps and grocery stores

 

 

(*Rep. Glenn Thomson, as reported on nbcnews.com on 26 July 2022)

****
 [p. 110]

 

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