Snowflakes stick
stars on the window panes
winter's miracle
--R.K.SINGH
The dark labyrinth
flooded with light and gold--
purple candle
--R.K.SINGH
She departs
leaving behind her clothes
hanging under mine
--R.K.SINGH
The perfume
from her armpits--
yoga
--R.K.SINGH
Without the breeze
the pool's quietude--
gazing silence
--R.K.SINGH
Hanging
by a spider's thread--
the wanton leaf
-R.K.SINGH
Going drowsily
milk can in hand--
morning walk
--R.K.SINGH
Traveling on the wings of winter ill news--R.K.SINGH