PAIN

With the taste of bitter coffee
still lingering in my mouth
I gaze through the window
drawing in the harsh smell of water
beating on the crowded green

I remember how dreamily
I floated above her body
in the rains like this

but she won't care
now the storm numbs
and nothing lives save
the clouds that drift and squeeze
pimples on the scrotum


--R.K.SINGH