Poetry by Ram Krishna Singh
Poetry
by Ram Krishna Singh
DUST SMELLS
Searching mother
in the thickening dark:
the tree stands
through the twilight
hear the bridge I cross with
creaking bones
wheeze December
in lonely drizzles:
sun’s last glow
measure wisdom
to unknow, now lower gaze
and look within
the heart’s rhythm:
dust smells beneath the feet
above the head
THREAT
We chase myths in self-made Amazon
fish turtles that change color in new waters
we create landscape of nightmares and wade through
anacondas that threaten our confidence
lost in the jungles of our own making
we beat about thorny grasses now
look for the twin flames for convenience
cloud judgment and reality for control
challenge the Republic and divide
the defense that could never be
THERE’S NO MUSIC
Walking in the once
familiar street this evening
I feel foreign
the dust seems known
but people are unknown, missing
the urgency of the past
the traffic goes on.
There’s no marriage for me
I’m lost in the procession.
They all have matches
who cares my daughter is married
or not. I am here just for
the ritual of relationship
suffering yet another stasis
there’s no miracle
in the flash of darkness
nor any music
in whatever vibrates