WEDNESDAY

Every Wednesday
sadness wraps me dead:
drinking to forget

--R.K.Singh

Unwatered Spring

yellow peepal
stands between me and
rising sun:
saturn too not pleased
with unwatered spring

--R.K.Singh

NIGHT

The flood failed
to cross the banks
yet I drenched

tied up to the prison
that didn't exist
I checkmated

now wave like shadow
without drinking a drop
feel drunk and cry

like a soldier
without fighting the war
see night inside

--R.K.Singh

Haiku

love of god
flowing through the bell
on her neck

--R.K.Singh

AGEING

The drying trees
live my age:
autumn
warmth of new day
hot tea and singing birds

--R.K.SINGH

Dawn

Hear in the slow
light-footed arrival of sun
sound of silence

--R.K.Singh