Short Singh Poems

What the crud
Are you stud??...

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away from home--
smell of frying fish
in the air

--R K Singh...

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out in the open
seeking safe corner to ease:
rapist fields


--R.K.Singh...

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With mordant comments
he tries to geld a standpat
in a feminists' meet
and turns a sook
at tea break

--R.K.Singh...

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a professor
not worried so much--
shrinking genius
at his table views nudes
reviews failed erections

--R.K.Singh...

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scratching his groin 
a worshiper offers food: 
the flattered deity 
in flowery garbage, holy 
water, incense and sweat 

--R.K.Singh...

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E-arly
R-aindrops
A-re

G-one
E-ven
M-isty

S-hadow
I-s
N-ow
G-oing
H-ome

Topic: Birthday of Era Gem G. Singh (July 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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E-arliness
R-eappears
A-s

G-leaming
E-arly 
M-orning

S-un
I-s
N-ow
G-lowing
H-appily

Topic: Birthday of Era Gem G. Singh (July 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I dont want to mount
the hardships of the sky
if the earth’s labor pain
is false or the action
stillborn with or without
scalpel the doctor
humiliates process

--R.K.SINGH...

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E-xcellent
R-apturous
A-crostic

G-ladly
E-xpresses
M-irth

S-imply
I-mplementing
N-ice
G-leeful
H-eart

Topic: Birthday of Era Gem G. Singh (July 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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R-eaders
A-re
M-oved

K-indly
R-eacting
I-n
S-ublimity's
H-eartfelt
N-otes
A-s

S-cribe
I-s
N-icely
G-iving
H-ope

Topic: Birthday of poet Ram Krishna Singh (December 31) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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From
Far sky
Falling down
The brightest star
By crude frustration
On alone ground;
Silent fire
Lost in
Feet!

14.06.2020




****
On the sadistic immature death of Sushant Singh Rajput  (21 January 1986 – 14 June 2020) , Bollywood Star...

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J-oyful
A-uthor's
G-leeful
D-edication
I-nspires
S-omeone's
H-eart

S-imply
I-mplementing
N-atal
G-uy's
H-appy

R-ecreation
A-s
M-essage
A-bout
N-ame
A-mazes

Topic: Birthday of poet Jagdish Singh Ramana (January 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Each night a challenge:
suffocative restlessness
sleepless spirits’ noise
sexual starvation
anal menstruation
dingy subconscious
 
conspire behind closed eyes
absent healing and
wishful miracles
 
a clueless sun rises
bugging time and life
 
–R.K.Singh...

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your breath is my soul 
you are the only reason for my whole ...
without you , who m I ?
without you, even i cant die
you, the 'I' in me...
you, the sky in me ....
my salvation, my "last day" are you ...
my faith ,my "mine" you .....



(Mine - my I-ness is you)


© ßíkräm Singh...

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1

sunflowers ring
teenagers ChatGPT
Sapphic know-how

2
her décolleté blouse
and see-through saree—
curve’s vanity

3
a curled snake
with fangs ready to poison
love’s narrow passage

4
sky’s canvas-
disfigures in no time
my funny face

5
she wrings her hair
rising from the lake:
rural Venus


--R.K.Singh
...

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They invent new lies with periodical distractions
repeat falsehood till truth turns doubtful
teach generations the ways of hating
the porn of discriminating, dividing, killing
the innocents that love their neighbours
value diversity, equality and peace
shunning the weird chains that lock the sun for roots to grow 

--R K Singh...

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BRINGER  OF  FORGETFULLNESS

Bringer of forgetfulness
In autumnal  scape
Full of dry leaves
On surface of the dearth
In deeper depths of earth.

Being of myself
Being of cosmos
Being of intensity
Being of quest.

In autumnal evening
Cold shadows trembling
Embraced by chilly winds
Foggish shape now crumbling.


Durlabh  Singh...

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Poverty sneaks
through her wet garment
on the terrace

she talks to herself cursing
the day she was born and left
to negotiate truths
of gender, sex and adulthood

in the middle class
one-room apartment
physical rigmarole
buries sick delight
hope of wellness
fast and Sunday mass

sink into dusk
and darkness eats
into her silence


--R K Singh...

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My valentine,my India!
Am grateful,
For infinite love you showered,
For long journeys we traversed,
For tender care you encased me in.
I gift you,
My sacrifice in your embrace,
To shield your honour and purity,
From insane eyes.
Hope you,
In your heart,
Remember me forever.
                    - Yours only
                       Soldier

                      -By Sanskruti Singh Jadon...

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I don’t know where it goes to or piles up
but grief is a large storage corrupting moments
of soft arousal: the body fails the mind
the screaming in the head and the grunt around
continue the night’s drunken flow
into the morning’s miserable brush
with the wheel’s slant truth and slangs
I poach in poetry to bare the sermons
lost in nostalgia or
insomnia of prayers

--R K Singh...

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Strayed far from the nest
I’m fed up living with dust
for years fleeting shade

bereft
of melody
of spirit I sink to
the hades of utter loss
I can’t

reckon hidden mysteries
I have lost the sea
for a mere cupful

void of patience and
peace now as I touch the breasts
of the field I crave

for a pure breath
native to
my being I search
sweet savours

of love


--R K Singh...

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While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust

conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen 
long following circuitous ways

billowing opposition, discalced defenders

they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections

I carry the tomb of unburied days


--R K Singh...

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I can buy anything...
My charisma lingers in the air...
I am Mister Dollar Singh....
You can find me everywhere....!

School-going-lads to robbers rude & bad...
Blue-collared,white-collared & those without a collar...
Long for me being crazy & mad...
Everyone needs a touch of the dollar....!

I am the God of currencies...the undisputed leader...
The world economy depends on my value...
I am the light....I am the rudder...
The world follows what I do....!...

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So many times I chanted the prayer
from childhood to now that I forget
what I pray for or want repeating
mantras while walking at dusk or seeing
images on the lingam that stir
the flame Shiva harnesses deep within

my numbed feet stop before growling dogs
trained to ignore strangers whose lips don’t utter
their names or who aren’t free in leash like them
I fail to filter the chasing darkness
from roadside temple to Sarna Enclave


--R K Singh...

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