R K SINGH

 

 

Biography and more poems

 

 

 

                                           FLIGHT  OF  PHOENIX

 

                                                      1987 – 1989

 

 

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1

 

I make myself man

each time I create

setting, character, tone

in a poem

create poetic sense

disclose my natural being

playing five senses

my distortions and inversions

evolve in history and society

to save the man in me

through poetry of self

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2

 

The seed of my song

lies deep in memory

like paddy in field

 

blooms ages when wind

blows inside out and grows

genes in womb, turns self

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3

 

A poem is madness

unique fascination

liberating language

re-creates, re-symbolises

disfiguring the known

secured norms

inverting the safe

existence

 

 

 

 

 

 

4

 

When sleepless poetry

fails to negotiate night

I wait for white dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

5

 

The halo of my vision

is the Mother’s gaze:

 

he whom I seek is

hidden in her eyes

 

shedding hope and love

all around her mercy

 

 

 

 

6

 

Love is my prison

and freedom both

in her presence

my wish her wish

 

to be everything

her shiva and

shakti a dual-single

me and she, one

 

 

 

7

 

Love leads to beauty

and vision with perfection

pillar of dust or

 

fleeting shadow can

turn into light revelling

pure songs wrought out of

 

the clay blending joys

in naked passion seek signs

of self-discovery

 

roving with delight

and perfume of fellowship

in valley of peace

 

 

 

8

 

Life limits between

whence the sun rises and where

it goes to relax:

joys of a fleeting moment

I see Aditi in her eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 9

 

Love without clothes

without bone has

a joy within:

soft smooth and full

 

like the mind

creative and

erogenous

 

 

 

10

 

It hangs like a drop

any moment evaporate

love is gullible

 

 

 

11

 

When I inhale in

your mouth and exhale stroking

hairs or caressing

I ride you into joy and

make you hail the morning like earth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12

 

Rocked or burning within

poor performer

turns the hell inside out

 

can’t dance on a taut rope

with fragile legs

enjoy flames of passion

 

love is a high explosive

not charged by

induced sexuality

 

 

13

 

Frosted faces dissolve in

stale rain clutching

female body and

 

poached contexts dizzyingly slip

from a vineyard

who’ll treat them angels?

 

 

14

 

How can a poet

pierce through tamed passages

in the wolves’ psyche

 

too scared to peep:

in the walled academy

they lope with cold eyes

 

shielding some dumb myths

or haunted by empty hunts

parrying moments of truth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15

 

There’s nothing comfortable in the chilly gray wind and

what burns at the wintry end in Holi splash of colours

unglow what might have been left in ransacked ashes

they all witness the last shot of season in transition

like bare-branched trees unrelieving miseries of truth

in the unspirited campus and inscrutable shades

 

 

 

16

 

Winter is caught in

waves of narrow discussions

under the blanket

fingers move by nipples erect

without sensing consummation