HERE AND NOW : A SELECTION OF HAIKU
Ram Krishna Singh
awake alone on the house top a sparrow
a fish tail dried up in river mud: burning smell
sun rise without newspapers: post-chhat rest
hovers to the same marigold I pluck for god a green butterfly
turn into river non-existing roads: hudhud waves
counting sand between the toes my daughter at sea
her name written on the sand: a wave breaks
empty coffee cups deride the syllables I spin to make haiku
my hairs in air reveal the baldness: wank without wad
hidden between the sheets my smothered senses— salted honey
slowly rising from the clouds edges autumn sun
a sleeping snake curled between the eggs— layers of leaves
my hairs in air reveal the baldness: wank without wad
hidden between the sheets my smothered senses— salted honey
slowly rising from the clouds edges autumn sun
a sleeping snake curled between the eggs— layers of leaves
lying listless on withered creeper a golden bird
a yellow snake sneaks through the blooming balsams bed a lone frog puffs up
a drop embedded in the half-opened bud— winter morning
drifting in the night’s silence noon’s shadow
the sky without a shadow on the earth
wheezing his way to Shiva’s hilly abode a young miner
potholes: spots of sunshine wobble
dreaming her nude the serpent rises: first orgasm
cloning miracles with the night’s discharge in condoms
late night sleep no lotus in the dream— Chinese garden
fallen mangoes after the midnight storm— morning drizzles
stars twinkling the beetle’s path from manure
stench of burning leaves mounts with fog in the evening asthmatic breathing
swollen fog ready to make way for the sun
wrapped in fog the flying plane seen by sound
standing behind the window bars observes shapes in fog
feels the shadow with wet fingers on the beach: sound through the fog
when sleepless poetry fails to negotiate night I wait for white dreams
among the white hairs a solitary black one keeps her hope alive
night washes the sky– the sun brings morning freshness to my window
foam-maned waves rise in the mind’s hush: sinking dome
the wax drips down the long hard candle– a soft hum
her face reflecting light a mirror
with failed words seek immortality write haiku
a vague smile in moonless cave: tempting silence
a load of wood on her frail back– autumn evening
waiting for the train alone on the platform swatting mosquitoes
musky perfume open unsleeping eyes– drowsy sweetness
with changing weather they look for sun and shade both: chameleon tune
It’s utter helplessness true, but to survive one must be tamed
sparrows couple on a withered creeper– peep of day
etched on her skin a ghost rises from the flames: fighting one more day
taking a nap on oranges in his shop– a fruit vendor
two women argue over price and weight of fish: the hapless huckster
dragons play whirlwind among the clouds meet & rain unite earth & sky
the red light is on: they all have secrets to hide no use peeping in
a yellow spider crouching in a corner invisible webs
moving shadows on the door curtain: sinking sun
virtual flirting untamed straggly bushes– dystopia
non-stop rain confining me to facebook– depression
virtual flirting untamed straggly bushes— dystopia
between the lantern and the smart phone a pizza-eating girl
etched on her skin a ghost rises from the flames: fighting one more day
from the ruins rises a mute flame: heaven’s song
her veil hides the face love too
in silence one with the divine will growing within
a quiet turning in to partake of her silence: roaring ocean
evening sky: a pale moon behind listless trees
rises drowsily after a sleepless night a sick sun
Copyright: Ram Krishna Singh, India