They pour sand in my hair
and fill my shoes with stones
to make me heavy
like many I too grab
the grass and try to float
but my fingers slip
they refuse my pleas for
a rope or staff to help
me drift in current
they wish me to become
with facial epitaph
my own tomb
--R.K.SINGH
Monday, December 8, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
SIEGE
A black dog moves
freely among reporters
lying on the ground
to shoot militants in Taj
resisting the commandos
--R.K.SINGH
freely among reporters
lying on the ground
to shoot militants in Taj
resisting the commandos
--R.K.SINGH
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
AUTUMN
Parrots stop chirping
on the guava tree--
autumn dusk
Weaving webs
between branches and leaves
autumn spiders
Awaiting
the wind's blow at door
autumn leaves
--R.K.SINGH
on the guava tree--
autumn dusk
Weaving webs
between branches and leaves
autumn spiders
Awaiting
the wind's blow at door
autumn leaves
--R.K.SINGH
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
MID AUTUMN
On the roof top
she waits for her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of silver showers
on the mist-shrouded figure
--R.K.SINGH
she waits for her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of silver showers
on the mist-shrouded figure
--R.K.SINGH
Thursday, September 4, 2008
EROTICS OF BYGONES
I hate kneaded flour
it reminds of semen
in the dark of my palms
it puts me off to smell
sweat oozing from the armpits
the thighs moist with urine
in bed the body is
its own antidote if itched
for love the wasted sex
I hate to meditate
the erotics of bygones
growling with unzipped night
--R.K.SINGH
it reminds of semen
in the dark of my palms
it puts me off to smell
sweat oozing from the armpits
the thighs moist with urine
in bed the body is
its own antidote if itched
for love the wasted sex
I hate to meditate
the erotics of bygones
growling with unzipped night
--R.K.SINGH
Monday, August 25, 2008
TWO MOONS
Two full moons
and the brightest mars:
summer end
--R.K.SINGH
Two moons
so far away
yet so near
like rain landing gently
on my open arms
--R.K.SINGH
and the brightest mars:
summer end
--R.K.SINGH
Two moons
so far away
yet so near
like rain landing gently
on my open arms
--R.K.SINGH
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
REBELLION
In his ochre robe
the rebel sanyasin says
he'll drop his ego
like the skin's layers torn off
and starts peeling an orange
--R.K.SINGH
the rebel sanyasin says
he'll drop his ego
like the skin's layers torn off
and starts peeling an orange
--R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
MOON: A TANKA SEQUENCE
Watching the moon
in the western orizon
two haiku poets
scratch each other's back and mock
the rest as neophytes
Silence of birds
and moon so miserly
I feel homesick:
mists,fogs and
leaflessness
add to monotony
Couldn't sleep all night
darkness of thought spread over
the mind with closed eyes
I negotiate fear
of missing the moon and loss
Her letter smells
the lotus she wore each time
meeting in the moon:
I touch her fingers again
with all the hopes and tensions
The fragrance of rose
seeps through the windows
coupled with full moon
adds to my delight though I'm
alone in my bed tonight
Ghosts rise to mate
in moonlight tear the tombs
frighten with fingers
rhino horns rock the centre
granite sensation
--R.K.SINGH
http://www.ahapoetry.com/ahalynx/233solo.html
LOVEMAKING : A HAIKU SEQUENCE
Lovemaking
he melts into her
time stands still
Lovemaking
the sound of orgasm:
Lao Tzu*
["A great sound is inaudible, and a great image is formless," said Lao Tzu.]
Making love
she tastes the salt upon
his shoulder
Candling in vein
leaves marks of teeth on her neck
utters holiness
Unclothing
the white night:
lips meeting lips
Writes with strands of
watery hair on her bare back
a love haiku
After the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion
She departs
leaving behind her clothes
over mine
--R.K.SINGH
http://www.ahapoetry.com/ahalynx/233solo.html
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
JACKALS
From nowhere
just before morning
jackals turn up
bark jump over the fence
escape chasing dogs
--R.K.SINGH
just before morning
jackals turn up
bark jump over the fence
escape chasing dogs
--R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
SELF-DEFEAT
Crushed between the heart and head
I fail to get along with
my own creation
sinister and righteous
that challenges my being
for not meeting her hopes
I did what I could
but how to produce a mate
for her peace and bliss
she raises her eyebrows
and isolates herself as if
I authored all her griefs
now stripped and alone
with hands over my chest
I stand in the street
await the coffin
to reconcile the truths
I could not conceive
--R.K.SINGH
I fail to get along with
my own creation
sinister and righteous
that challenges my being
for not meeting her hopes
I did what I could
but how to produce a mate
for her peace and bliss
she raises her eyebrows
and isolates herself as if
I authored all her griefs
now stripped and alone
with hands over my chest
I stand in the street
await the coffin
to reconcile the truths
I could not conceive
--R.K.SINGH
Friday, April 4, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
NEOPHYTES
Watching the moon
in the western horizon
two haiku poets
scratch each others back and mock
the rest as neophytes
--R.K.SINGH
in the western horizon
two haiku poets
scratch each others back and mock
the rest as neophytes
--R.K.SINGH
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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