Selected Haiku By Ram Krishna Singh

Selected Haiku By Ram Krishna Singh | Submitted On August 14, 2016


Stopped for years

on the window sill

a singing clock


A drop embedded

in the half-opened bud-

winter morning


Half-hidden sun

calls clouds to thicken:

chanting mantra


Searching warmth

near a roadside tea stall

a beggar


Ash-smeared sadhus

wash off their sins in sangam-

makar sankranti


Intense prayer

pushing forward peace-

winged perfume


On the ring finger

pushing the diamond again-

brave new love


Lying listless

on withered creeper

a golden bird


A sleeping snake

curled between the eggs-

layers of leaves


Awake whole night

no angel cares to watch–

frosty morning


Fading flowers

lie with weeds between stones-

winter recedes



two juicy grapes

between her fingers


Morning’s threshold

one more glimpse from moving car-

vanishing roses


Seeking refuge

on the wings of wind

scattered petals


A fading rose

lies with weeds between stones-

valentine day



enter her body

mask revealed


Watching chess

in the taproom

a novice


Lonely sunrise-

a butterfly flutters round

dead marigold



chits flying in from broken panes

Saraswati’s dance


She doesn’t let me touch

her nipples she fears

my octopus thrust


Last night’s rum

still reeks this morning-

wee smile


Not alone

in the midnight misery-

Easter season


In the wee hours

a short brush with death-

now resurrection


Mosque’s dome

lower than mobile towers

weaker God’s signal


Evening sky:

a pale moon behind

listless trees



wrapped in cloudy sheet-




the mountain

in veil


On the road

an injured toad-



Icy fish

laced with blood

spices smell


Arab spring-

tending death and roses

a short bloom


Midnight darkness

wrapped in loneliness

dreamy escape


A frog

bullied into the hedge

snake’s breakfast


Itching rheums

runny nose all day



Rising dawn

from behind the wheel

home still far


Ready to jump

from the culvert

a frog and my grandson



fallen under the tree

the last mango


Unexpected guests

a hell of formality:

third day of Ramzan


Incense sticks smoke

before the paper goddess:

Durga Puja


The woodpecker

still looking for the neem tree:

type VI/4



on the old sofa



Watching the moon rise

from the old balcony:

guru purnima


Reading tweets

mixed with porn teens:

yoga pants


Where has the moon gone?

I saw it two nights ago

uncertain grace


Drifting between

my eyes and the moon



Wet in sweat

from her underarms



Unashamed my son

sits tight over his trousers-

smiling mother


She recognizes

the difference in my breath:

drink in her absence


The morning dews

touch the hem of her skirt:

flight of first love


From the peepal

swirling raindrops-

palms open


Keep my night from

trauma revisiting

the soul in temple


Two large pegs

stuffed up sinuses

sexless night


Smelly sweat

in the new exam hall

two girls talk


Fresh flowers

before the paper deities:



Love takes to

animal of the body:

living again


The peepal in pot

she worships each Saturday:

phailin in backyard


Non-stop rain

confining me to Facebook-



Between the lips

shadow of her tea:

lingering taste



moths rising from nowhere:

Diwali waves


In the shade

talking haiku

to a schmo


Tastes the rose

a blue butterfly-

nimbling feet


Living life’s routine

cycled in infinite loop

feel so limited


Hunger haunts

a pavement dwellier-

Christmas again


The first winter

in the UGC colony-

breathlessness all night


Cyclonic rain

mating with the rising waves-

deserted beach


Her muscles

tighten up and the toes curl:



Autumn leaves

mount on each other-

sun’s dullness


Receding crowd

from the street fair-

Jesus in the eyes


Hidden between the sheets

my smothered senses-

salted honey


Short lives the sun

in the smoggy morning:

birthday visit


No festival

to bury wishes

made years ago


Going alone

an empty shadow

in the mall


From the ruins

rises a mute flame:

heaven’s song

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Regarding Grief and Change

I wish grief was as simple as following “the five stages of grief” 🙁 that would greatly simplify life! It would be nice if they were in order, too. But they aren’t.

The mythic of the 5 stages of grief and the order they go in was formulated by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, a wonderful and beautiful pioneer of grief, death, and dying. She was the seminal author on this topic.  Does that mean she was right? No. Does that mean she was wrong? No. Was she revolutionary? YES!! YES!!!

She introduced the topic and expounded on it. She made it acceptable to talk about grief and the process we go through.  She made it okay to talk about dying and our reactions to it. I’m grateful for that. You have no idea how appreciative I am of that.

Grief makes us human because we have human responses to loss. The big thing to remember is that it’s just not death that is a loss. In some ways, death is a traditional and unambiguous loss. You have no choice about it. It’s permanent. But other kinds of loss? More ambiguous because the person you are losing is still alive, active, and possibly doing things that are painful for you.

The grief literature is very extensive about death and permanent loss, but it’s not as good about the more ambiguous loss. I have total sympathy for this. The ambiguity resonates with me: because people are ambiguous about their feelings.  They can feel multiple things at once.  In the face of opposing feelings, even seeing two sides to the issue (which I think makes it worse), it can make a conclusion or resolution worse.

My final advice about anyone going through a loss or disappointment: IT IS OKAY, YOU WILL BE OKAY. WHAT YOU FEEL IS OKAY. AND IT TAKES TIME. DON’T LISTEN TO PEOPLE WHO JUST SAY “GET OVER IT.”

Because your feelings and your process are YOURS. You own it. It’s yours. Be it. Express it. Feel it. And most of all, take your time.



Bring Back the 1960’s, Please

Let’s bring back the ’60’s. Let’s bring back sit-ins and marches. Let’s bring back protest music. Let’s bring back flowers in guns. Let’s form idealistic communes again. Let’s scare the conservatives into a moral panic. Let fundamentalists know they ain’t the only religion around. Go nude if you want to. Have long hair, don’t shave your pits or legs, give up deodorant. That’s not a joke and I’m not trying to be funny. I’m actually serious. It’s a protest against societal norms. The popularity and endurance of Bernie Sanders has shown me that we are ripe for this.

Can we resurrect Pete Seeger and John Lennon?

They say young people don’t vote. People think their votes don’t count. What actually scares politicians is an active voting population. Think about that. It does scare them. Low polling numbers works in the politician’s favor. An active, informed voting population is scary because it has power. A protesting, action-orient constituency is totally frightening.

Anger and activism, my friend: embrace it.

GOP : The Party of the Hypocrites

It  seems hypocritical to me that the GOP were all over Bill for his sexual  philandering, but have kept mum about Trump’s.  They should be  consistent.  Either don’t let it bother them when any body does it, or  be bothered when anyone, regardless of party, does it. They don’t attack him for his multiple marriages, his cheating on at least two wives, children by multiple mothers, etc. But you know they’d attack anyone else who did that. What’s wrong with them?

A third woman alleges she was sexually assaulted by Donald Trump

Why I’m not mad at Melania Trump

Regarding Melania Trump’s speech at the 2016 Republican National Convention: I’m not mad at her personally.

Do I think there was plagiarism?


Do I think it’s her fault?


I’m not mad at her personally — I think, honestly, she probably didn’t write her speech. (Even thought she said she did, but she did say she got a little help.) The speech writers probably interviewed her and then wrote the speech for her. I’ve read some articles about why they like to parade out the wife. They are the “humanizers” of their husbands.

There was no doubt some incredibly poor vetting of the speech and I’m really surprised that I haven’t heard of speech writers being fired instantly.

I jokingly wrote to a Facebook friend: “rhaps the Rick rolling speech writers are secret Democratic spies sent to derail the RNC!!!! LOL.  Which, actually, I hope is kind of the case.” However, I must say that I thought her delivery of the speech was pretty good.

Ultimately, this is what gets me though. If she was the wife of a Democratic nominee, the Republicans would be all over her for the nude photos, the lack of morals, her obvious lack of depth.  They’d be all over her for being raised in a Communist country and possibly being a Communist spy.  They’d be looking into Ivanka Trump for the same reason. If the Donald was a Democrat, the Republicans would be  having a field day with him — his financial troubles, his bankruptcies, his three marriages, and the fact that his children have different mothers.  Isn’t that what they complain about minorities doing? Having children with different partners?  It’s so all hypocritical to me.


Kindness and Compassion

Be encouraged just to be with your pain—do not try to rid yourself of it—and allow kindness and compassion to surround it. Paraphrased from:

Yes. Hard to do. But worthy of the effort of trying. If you have compassion and acceptance for others, then you deserve that for yourself.  You do not see yourself the same way that others see you. Others no doubt see you as wonderful and worthy. You probably do not see yourself that way. I know I don’t. It is hard to accept one’s own worth and essential worth sometimes.

But work and meaning and goal and purpose take us (take ME) somewhere meaningful. It is difficult to see ourselves as necessary, but we of course ARE NECESSARY.

I know that  you can think of at least one person that you are necessary for.  My person has always been my son: for the past 18 years I have been necessary for him.  He has needed me in a very fundamental way.  What has often motivated me to be good, healthy, well-adjusted is knowing that he needs a parent who embodies all those qualities. I am therefore HIGHLY MOTIVATED TO BE ALL THOSE THINGS. 🙂

I think the key to having a purpose in life is finding a reason to be your best self.

Give people the benefit of the doubt, ok?

This is a thought based off of a very recent conversation I had. I.e. just a few minutes ago.
About people thinking they can just diss you or threaten you or ruin your life because you are not real to them. They forget that there are real people on the other end of the conversations.
So as a result people think “oh so-and-so was a bitch/asshole and said something stupid, ignorant and pissy. So we are going to ruin their lives completely.”

Well NO. is that a real way to be with someone? There’s a PERSON on the other end who is saying whatever and you have to mind whether they are saying what you THINK they are saying or maybe something else that you are just getting plain wrong about them

You could always just ask kindly, “hey what do you mean by that???”

Hey give people some benefit of the doubt okay??

So here is an example of what I am talking about (personally) I pissed off some people online and they decided to be immature about it and threatened to call my church about it, saying they would tell my church they should not accept me as a member any more. OMG. How immature. I’ve been with this church for 15 years. People in it can love me or hate me. People could call up and tell the minister or staff what a shit person I am based on my online behavior and whether they agree with me or not. BUT…in the end please judge me on whether yo u think I have been an honorable person or not, an ethical person or not. Judge me for being myself.

Being In Love

I don’t think you have to be “in love” to have a good marriage, but love and care and solid friendship are, in my mind, essential. If I were to define “in love” I might say that euphoric, ecstatic feeling that one has when one is with someone for whom one feels in love with; one can also have that same feeling for a beloved pet or activity (have personally felt this in love feeling for people, pets, activities). I currently have this in love feeling for my son and my pets.

I’ve seen many good marriages between people who love each other, are friends, but have also done what I think of as “coming to terms with each other.” Where they see each other as a couple and as part of a larger family, but they have also come into their own as individuals and don’t need that special togetherness or “coupleness”.

national popular vote is not the basis for electing the president or vice president.

Just reminding people that it’s not us that elects the president… It’s the Electoral College. A president can win the popular vote but can lose the election. Last time that happened was the Bush – Gore election of 2000. Gore won the popular vote, but the Electoral College chooses the president.

Even though the aggregate national popular vote is calculated by state officials, media organizations, and the Federal Election Commission, the people only indirectly elect the president, as the national popular vote is not the basis for electing the president or vice president. The President and Vice President of the United States are elected by the Electoral College, which consists of 538 presidential electors from the fifty states and Washington, D.C.. Presidential electors are selected on a state-by-state basis, as determined by the laws of each state.

A Mantra of Love

My thought (or mantra) for today: “I am motivated to love, be loved, express love, and discover love.”

Yesterday over lunch I had a small conflict with a friend where I commented to her that I felt like I was irritating her a lot lately and that she was criticizing me. I know what was irritating her: the fact that at lunch, I tend to micro-manage what’s going on. I’m mother henning, I’m herding them. It irritates her. I don’t blame her for being irritated. I’m completely aware of what I’m doing.

So yesterday, we had a large group of people and we had to have two separate tables, and so I was trying to make sure everyone knew we had two tables and get everyone seated. Also, while we were waiting, the hostess kept asking us not to congregate in front of her hostess stand. So at one point I made motions for everyone to move away from the stand and my friend got really upset with all my motioning. I think she thought it was directly aimed at her, which of course it was not.

There was another lunch that we all had where one person was upset at where she was sitting, she changed places a couple of times, was still upset with her location, and I think I made some kind of comment to her along the lines of needing to “make do” with her seating arrangement….and my friend who has been irritated with me talked very firmly with about just letting people be. I guess she’s right….I probably should just let people be.

So what does this have to do with LOVE? I think I need to consider that LOVE might mean a better acceptance of people’s behavior, issues, quirks, dynamics, etc. That loving a person or a group of people doesn’t mean mother henning them. Or being brutally honest with them. That I should back off of micro-managing group dynamics.