With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising capricorn
held for a Sunday Child

the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can't trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to Golden Reward


--R.K.SINGH

BEACH

On the beach
she combs her long hair:
Aphrodite

--R.K.SINGH

HALF-CLAD WOMEN

Collecting
fallen twigs on road
half-clad women


--R.K.SINGH

NOSEY CHILDREN

Parents pelt stones
at the mating street dogs--
nosey children


--R.K.SINGH

Nightly flatulence
a series of nightmares--
sleepy afternoon

--R.K. SINGH

LIVING IS A LONG GAME

I can't change body
can't belittle nature
prophets of doom

can't cross rainbow bridge
nor go to underworld
to reach heaven:

water and mountains
I can't neogitate
with my burdens

burial no end
living is a long game
that goes beyond death

--R.K.SINGH

INDIAN

He reads haiku
over Indian whisky
in Scotland

--R.K.SINGH