SHRINKING INTO ITSELF

How to weigh the breath
the flame the soul or the ash
the body conceals:
I can't turn my inside out
nor know life's weight when lifeless

between earth and sky
it disappears one with
elements quiet
there's no way to know the thread
or its mechanism that binds

secures life now or
beyond what if I can't feel
the weight of the colour
on the leaves on tree maybe
shrinking into itself

GUESTS

No longer gods
the guests are turned away:
door bell dead

HAZY SUN

Sweating desire
inhales new sketches
with mind's pen

on the pillow
image by image
night passes

not knowing
how a hazy sun
rose from the sea


--R.K.SINGH

THE DAY IS SHORTER

The day is shorter
the night longer
and yet, sleepless

suffer the dark chill
in the air, in bed
I listen to roar

or whisper of
wingless worries
no high poetry

but nightmares trimming
the sun and the sky
that could never be