R.K. Singh

Rookie (31 December 1950 / Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India)

R.K. Singh Poems

1. Love Lyrics 11/21/2005
2. Won'T You Once Kiss? 9/14/2005
3. Born, Married And Dead? 11/16/2005
4. Growing Consciousness 12/2/2005
5. Will They Let Me? 12/2/2005
6. I Don'T Know... 7/8/2005
7. Leeches 5/19/2005
8. Space In The Eyes 5/22/2005
9. Song Of Songs 5/27/2005
10. Erotic Scars 5/30/2005
11. Indian English 6/8/2005
12. Death Of A Song 6/15/2005
13. Lust In Dust 9/14/2005
14. Dons In Four Walls 9/30/2005
15. In Dim Light 10/4/2005
16. I Hear Sounds 10/4/2005
17. Gazing White Silence 10/4/2005
18. Lemons In Courtyard 10/18/2005
19. Sweet Savour 10/21/2005
20. Politics Of Control 11/9/2005
21. Gradual Death 11/9/2005
22. The River Walks Without Shoes 7/24/2005
23. Stains Stay Like Sin 7/27/2005
24. I Am No Moses 7/31/2005
25. Sinking In Glory 8/14/2005
26. To Feed Night 11/16/2005
27. Haiku 1/24/2006
28. Wisdom 2/9/2006
29. I Can'T Sing And Praise 3/21/2006
30. A Seasonal Grace 1/6/2007
31. Hazy Sun 2/5/2007
32. Nightly Act 12/3/2007
33. God 12/3/2007
34. The Hell Incites 12/3/2007
35. Body: A Bliss 1/21/2008
36. Meditation 1/25/2008
37. Self-Defeat 4/9/2008
38. I Can'T Remedy 6/18/2008
39. Erotics Of Bygones 9/6/2008
40. Mid-Autumn 11/10/2008
Best Poem of R.K. Singh

Banaras

1
The river flows through the woods
grown in Banares in centuries
down this terrace they say
washes ills and hides sins
inher graceful ripples reflects
the depths of eternity they love
the myth like heaven and slavation
each morning my father repeats
the celestial history while his son
breaks off the golden bough
and acts rex nemorensis
without fighting the priest
and the polemic continues over politics

2
Young girls and women move up and down
in the large boat standing on the Gange's bank
the sun smoulders the sand they carry over ...

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Will They Let Me?

Everything is falling apart
every wall is cracking
I too am breaking

to be someone and to belong
drink in love like many
secured, sure, happy

I too want to live and be loved
not piece by poece, friends
but, will they let me?

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