Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun



Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh


Random flames in colors

meld unnamed images of fire

freezing on the kitchen walls

the soot thickens solitude

with dimming watery eyes

and asthmatic mantra

mother offers homa

each day and night

but no Agni is pleased



Rheumatic walking

the crippling lumbar crisis

they pity and pass

the waiting sun

at the naked tree’s corner

my hazy vision

managing to survive

with repair and maintenance

ageing road

revives the dying nerves

her momentary smile in sleep–

I walk again



To win elections

they sponsor chaos chanting

Modi  Modi

kill tongues that utter dissent

or oppose foolishness

in the name of Ram

cow, love-jehad, reform

close all windows

making dysfunctional

the holy constitution

with small deities

watching periodic tango

pop up dinners

global collaborations

in newer territories

without money pouring in

dreams rise and sell

feet forward, head backward

relishing lies of

gourmet journey



The deities are dumb

so they speak

louder and louder

vie with each other

for godhood

descend from mosque top

to Supreme Court

now await





the cup of remorse–

begging bowl

before the dumb deity

years of noisy silence



 Published in Life and Legends, #6, 15 January 2018


freezing fog last night
ice nucleates on each twig
everything glitters