My haiku published in PJCA's First Haiku Anthology, 2026.
adorned hut
by a hilly track —
cherry tree in bloom
یجسوہیئوھجڑپنی
— اہپڑیراےتسےکانکرے
ریچیاکالھکوہاڑیپ
山道の飾られし小屋花満ちて
--R K Singh
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#WeekendPublication August 01, 2026
My poem appears in the digital magazine THE CULTURAL REVERENCE.
FRESH AIR
If my world couldn’t be
what I had thought in my teens
I can’t help. I was
dependent on my father
a self-made man against
the currents I couldn’t read
the sky and its stronghold
the prints of the Ganga’s sand
have faded like the rainbow
in a spray of year
that pricks like pebbles
now the caries, cavities
cyst and myopia haunt
and sexual anxieties
disturb sleep and dreamless nights
the hairs on my balding head
mirror the laughter
I have ceased to take note of
I have ceased to peel
the ugly shapes, the cunning
the treacherous I work with
resent my identity
and the future I fail
spinning influences
yet I’m sure when I stopped
it won’t be all that bad:
my vision would still be good
I would still smell fresh air
Author : Ram Krishna Singh ©®
India
All Rights Reserved To The Author
Know the Author: Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R.K. Singh, is an Indian English poet, renowned for his haiku-inspired brevity, existential introspections, and erotic minimalism. A retired Professor of English at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad, he has published extensively on ELT, ESP (English for Specific Purposes), and technical communication, while his poems have appeared internationally in several journals, both print and online. His recent poetry collections include Poems and Micropoems (2023), Knocking Vistas And Other Poems (2024), Leaves of Silence (2025), and Drifty Silence and She (2025). Find him on X
https://x.com/profrksingh and Facebook http://www.facebook.com/profrksingh.
More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
https://theculturalreverence.wordpress.com/2026/07/31/fresh-air-a-poem-by-ram-krishna-singh-india/
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My poem 'Abandoned' appears in the online journal, Ultramarine Literary Review, 22 July 2026
by R.K. Singh
With divided heart mind and colours
deluded and dumb millions still blind
to politicians peeling their flesh
layer by layer like onion
take pride in the knife that cuts them to core
get cooked in debris of myths and history
for kites and vultures of caste and sect
now more vulgar breeds of tyrant flourish
under the same sky they are gashed peels
the abandoned bodies the rotten souls
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From the 15th floor window I watch
dreams racing on the muddied road
the ugly beauty of tomorrow
the romance of the miserable
the egotist, the cunning, the heart-broken
the idealist, the maniacs, the enlightened cheats
the crafty, and the unlucky too
who conceal cavity in their shoes
in the gallery of great tech game
fabricating newer lies and hypocrisies
of saffron politics, secular faith, and people’s power
spilling blood to heal history of wrongs
create new cultural fantasy
new racism, new slavery
homegrown narcissistic lords and ladies
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How long shall I seek freedom in the myths we unmake
licking hairy darkness or feeling sweetness of hips
through untamable wildness of the heart chase images
that abide circles of paroxysm ascending from
the mist and raw voices staring spume in the faces
as each star twinkles uncertainty crossing the moon
what is left to slice out of the passage through red light
except old sorrows ready to leap to the bone?
now there’s nothing to hold on to against lies that shade
bondage of nearness and the horizon I couldn’t touch
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i.
Rechristened streets or cities
with Hindu names make no history
nor erase the Muslim past
they assault country’s culture:
diversity of lived glory
politics of pain, joy and care
liberatory future
in hate game add to frozen hearts
no discourse would ever heal:
memories may fade but don’t die
like I die every day, yet live
ii.
I’m an after thought
in my own city
excluded forever
left to strangers’ pleasure
along broken roads
disappearing footpaths
dust and accidents
from construction sites
to stuckness of home
I fracture the spine
of my diaries and lament
life unlived in years
iii.
I can’t hear my self
their noises erase my world
choices are denied-
questions of being wound me
courage and strength fade away
noises mute my voice
distract us from the truth
crowns change with the wind
and they play chess with our lives
they feed us dust and potions
in their new temples
arouse their magic deities
make us yell loud
and hang us upside down
iv.
With divided heart, mind and colors
deluded and dumb millions still blind
to politicians peeling their flesh
layer by layer like onion
take pride in the knife that cuts them to core
get cooked in debris of myths and history
for kites and vultures of caste and sect
now more vulgar breeds of tyrant flourish
yet they don’t care they are gashed peels
the abandoned bodies, the rotten souls
Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R.K. Singh, has
been writing for nearly five decades now . Born (31 December 1950),
brought up and educated in Varanasi, he has been professionally involved
with ELT. A retired Professor at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, Dr Singh has
published 25 poetry collections, including Silencio: Blanca desconfianza: Silence: White distrust (Spanish/English, 2021), Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English/Japanese, 2022), Poems and Micropoems (2023), Knocking Vistas And Other Poems (2024), Leaves of Silence (2025), and Drifty Silence and She (2025). Find him on X (Twitter) https://x.com/profrksingh and Facebook www.facebook.com/profrksingh. More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
posted by Ram Krishna Singh at 11:45 PM
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OLD IS NO LONGER GOLD
Confined in a room like the bowel
I don't move. The mind too inactive
crashed computer in the corner
needs new CPU or HDD
she says it's not cost effective
better throw it out and buy new one
old is no longer gold. It's useless
without working core components
she sounds right, but how to ease myself
be the same I was years ago?
There's fire and wood but where's the lamb
for a burnt offering?
SHIVALAY
The rain-smoothed walls of Shivalay
shine in sun like the graveled path
now slick with wet mud and cow-dung
obscure footmarks of Monday-worshippers
I forget the sutras today and feel
the damp incense inside like I did
standing in the empty sentry-box
compromising with the rusted letterbox
not opened for years at the left turn
the mime of hope and worship and slow effacement
of illegible signatures on deity’s back
don’t help me flesh my verses or mitigate
pounding rains, rituals and repetitions.
Author : R. K. Singh ©®
India
All Rights Reserved To The Author
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My poem published in
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Ram Krishna Singh البعد النفسي والاجتماعي في نصوص الشاعر والأديب
يرى البعض أن الهايكو ، وهو نوع من الشعر الياباني الكلاسيكي يهدف إلى التقاط
لحظة زمنية عابرة وموجزة لمشهد من الطبيعة،والتعبير عنها بألفاظ مكثفة موحية
و موجزة ،و بصورة مدهشة...ودون أن نخوض في الخصائص الأساسية للهايكو
التي يمكن أن نوجزها في ثلاثة أسطر والتي تعتمد على البساطة والإيجاز
والتكثيف ولحظة الدهشة..هذه الخصائص المتجسدة بشكل جلي في نص للأب
الروحي للهايكو ،الشاعر الياباني "ماتسو باشو "
بركة قديمة
ضفدع يقفز فيها
صوت الماء .
قلت دون أن نخوض في هذه الخصائص يرى البعض، وليس الكل، أن هذا الصنف
الأدبي يجب أن يقتصر في الوصف على الطبيعة فقط تماما مثل النص السابق
هو جزء من الطبيعة ،و أن التطور والتقدم الذي عرفته المجتمعات والحضارة
ومن المجتمع ومن النفس ،ذلك لأن الإنسان كائن اجتماعي يتفاعل مع الظواهر
الإنسانية بصفة عامة يفرض على الأدب أن يلتقط صورا شاعرية من الطبيعة
ومن المجتمع ومن النفس ،ذلك لأن الإنسان كائن اجتماعي يتفاعل مع الظواهر
الطبيعية والاجتماعية ،تؤثر فيه ويؤثر فيها، ومن خلال هذا التأثير والتفاعل تتبلور
شخصيته ،إذ لا يجب أن ننسى مدى دور التقاليد والعادات والأعراف والدين،والقيم
..في تحديد هوية الشخص ..الإنسان كما يقال هو كتاب تعاونت على تأليفه كل
من الطبيعة والمجتمع .
لا شك إذن أن الإنسان هو ابن بيئته وابن طبيعته يؤثر فيها وتؤثر فيه فتكون
وتحدد شخصيته..
من هذا المنطلق نجد في عصرنا هذا بعض الأدباء الذين يسبرون أغوار الطبيعة
Ram والنفس والمجتمع والفلسفة كذلك ومن أبرز هؤلاء الشاعر والأديب الهندي
Krishna Singh لقد أضاف هذا الأديب الكبير لمسات غنية وعميقة في شعر
الهايكو، والحق يقال لست متخصصا في النقد الأدبي حتى أحلل وأناقش بما فيه
الكفاية أعمال هذا الكاتب الكبير، ولكن ومع ذلك فبصفتي متذوق حديث ومبتدئ
في هذا الفن ، فإنني سأحاول أن أتناول بعض نصوصه بالتحليل والقراءة لبعض
الظواهر الاجتماعية والنفسية التي التقطها بصورة مكثفة، عميقة ومدهشة
،وذلك حسب ذوقي وبعد إذنه طبعا..
النص الأول:
جندي
يخوض بداخله
بأقنعة السعادة نخفي
وجوها مرهقة
قبل العودة إلى الوطن، هناك غربة يعيشها المغترب في البلاد الأجنبية ،هذه
الغربة التي فرضتها عليه ظروف الحياة،إما طلبا للرزق وإما طلبا للعلم
والمعرفة..وما يصادفه أثناء مقامه من إحساس بالعزلة والوحدة وربما التهميش
والتمييز..كل هذه الظروف تجعل من المغترب إنسانا شقيا تعيسا يعاني في
صمت..لكن عند رجوعه إلى وطنه يحاول جاهدا أن يخفي شقاءه ومعاناته أمام
أهله وأصدقائه ومجتمعه، وذلك بارتداء قناع السعادة ليخفي وجهه الحقيقي ..
النص الثالث
أحاسيس الشيخوخة
تسيطر على الذاكرة
أحزان عميقة
مرحلة الشيخوخة مرحلة حساسة في عمر الإنسان، إنها مرحلة تتسم وتتميز
بالضعف والمرض والعزلة،نعم يعاني المسن في هذه المرحلة أكثر مما سبق
،فتظهر أمراض نفسية وعقلية وجسمية، ويحتاج المريض إلى من يساعده خاصة
إذا كان مقعدا أو من ذوي الاحتياجات الخاصة، سواء في منزله أو في دار
العجزة،وقد يحس بالوحدة والعزلة، وأن الناس لم يعودوا يهتمون به كالسابق، خاصة انه أفنى عمره من أجل إسعاد الآخرين فيدخل في متاهة الحزن والاكتئاب..
أكتفي بهذه النصوص وأتمنى أن أكون قد وفيتها بعض ما تستحق من تحليل وقراءة للمعاني الظاهرة والكامنة، وأقدم للقارئ الكريم نصوصا أخرى في هذا الإطار لشاعرنا وأديبنا الكبير Ram Krishna Singh وذلك للتمعن والقراءة
الشوارع المزدحمة
تتحرك فيما بين سنوات
الوجوه البائسة
على دراجة
يبيع باقات الورد
ويغزل الأحلام
يبحثان عن طعام
في قمامة الشارع
كلب وفتاة
معدة خاوية
أجمل فراغ
رمضان
محمد بوكدم
Bougdam Mohamed
Translation of the article via Google Translate:
The Psychological and Social Dimension in the Works of Poet and Writer Ram Krishna Singh
Some hold the view that haiku—a form of classical Japanese poetry aiming to capture a fleeting, brief moment in a natural scene and express it through evocative, concise, and condensed language that evokes a sense of wonder—should be restricted solely to descriptions of nature. This perspective aligns with the famous poem by the "spiritual father" of haiku, the Japanese poet Matsuo Bashō:
An old pond
A frog jumps in
The sound of water.
However, without delving into the fundamental characteristics of haiku—namely its three-line structure, simplicity, brevity, condensation, and the "moment of wonder"—it is worth noting that while some argue for this strict focus on nature, others believe the genre need not exclude social and psychological realms. After all, human beings are part of nature. Furthermore, the evolution and progress of societies and human civilization generally compel literature to capture poetic images drawn from nature, society, and the human psyche alike. Humans are social beings who interact with natural and social phenomena; they influence these phenomena and are influenced by them, a dynamic process through which their personalities are shaped. We must not overlook the significant roles played by traditions, customs, social norms, religion, and values in defining individual identity; indeed, as the saying goes, a human being is a book co-authored by both nature and society. There is no doubt, then, that a human being is a product of their environment and nature—influencing them and being influenced by them—which shapes and defines their personality. From this perspective, we find contemporary writers who delve into the depths of nature, the human psyche, society, and philosophy. Among the most prominent is the Indian poet and writer Ram Krishna Singh. This distinguished writer has brought rich, profound nuances to the art of haiku. Admittedly, I am not a literary critic qualified to fully analyze or discuss the works of such a great writer; however, as a novice with an appreciation for this art form, I will attempt to analyze some of his texts. I aim to explore the social and psychological phenomena he captures with such intensity, depth, and striking insight—doing so according to my own sensibilities and, of course, with his permission.
Text One:
Soldier
Waging, within,
The war of the night
The poet illustrates the soldier's state and inner feelings; he lives through two hells. There is the hell of war against the adversary—or the "enemy" (in quotation marks, for the ordinary soldier has no personal enemy). He wages war by day, constantly exposed to the risk of death, yet he also fights another war by night. This time, the battle is not fought with bombs and bullets; it is a psychological war. It is the deprivation of his wife and the inability to satisfy his sexual instincts; it is the lack of affection and tenderness—specifically the love of children, family, relatives, and loved ones—all of whom he has left behind and may never see again. This deprivation haunts him and robs him of sleep; it is yet another fierce war he must wage.
Text Two:
Return Home
Behind masks of happiness, we hide
Weary faces
Before the return home, there is the estrangement experienced by the expatriate in a foreign land—an alienation imposed by life's circumstances, whether in pursuit of... ...whether seeking a livelihood or pursuing knowledge and learning. The sense of isolation, loneliness, and perhaps even marginalization and discrimination encountered during their stay—all these circumstances turn the expatriate into a wretched, unhappy soul suffering in silence. Yet, upon returning home, they strive to conceal this misery and suffering from family, friends, and society, donning a mask of happiness to hide their true face.
Text Three:
The Sensations of Old Age
Deep sorrows
Dominate the memory
Old age is a delicate stage in human life—a phase characterized by frailty, illness, and isolation. Indeed, the elderly suffer more during this period than before; psychological, mental, and physical ailments emerge. The individual requires assistance—especially if bedridden or living with special needs, whether at home or in a care facility—and may feel lonely and isolated, sensing that people no longer care for them as they once did. Having spent a lifetime trying to bring happiness to others, they may find themselves lost in a labyrinth of sorrow and depression.
I will conclude with these texts, hoping I have done justice to the analysis and interpretation of both their manifest and latent meanings. I also present to the esteemed reader further texts in this vein by our great poet and writer, Ram Krishna Singh, for reflection and reading.
Crowded streets
Moving through the years
Wretched faces
On a bicycle
Selling bouquets of roses
And weaving dreams
Searching for food
In the street's refuse
A dog and a girl
An empty stomach
The most beautiful emptiness
Ramadan
Mohamed Bougdam
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My short reflective article SEARCHING MY FIRST HAIKU appears on Afflatus Creations, April-June 2026.
https://afflatuscreations.com/index.php/current-issue/
The article is of historical/academic importance for World Haiku Practitioners interested in studies of Haiku in India.
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Ram Krishna Singh is an Indian poet and academic, whose main fields of interest consist of Indian English writing, especially poetry, and English for Specific Purposes, especially for science and technology. Born on 31 December 1950 in Varanasi, India, he has authored more than 160 research articles,170 book reviews and 63 books. His works have been anthologized in over 230 publications. A winner of several awards and honours, and translated into over 30 languages, Dr Singh's poems have been noted for haiku-inspired brevity, existential introspections, and erotic minimalism, and explored in several M.Phil. and Ph.D. theses. Till recently, Professor of English at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad, he is now happily retired and pursuing his literary interests and promoting his poetry. .
