Tuesday, July 10, 2012

WELCOME THE GUEST




Death hides in the body

but who sees? it's obscure



living on the edge

seeking space into swamp



they all talk about the sun

swelling in the sky



and close eyes to the spider

spinning waves on the ceiling



all alone, but who care?

suspicion and distance



like lovers they pretend

to leave, yet stay longer



dishing out luxuries

showing off generosity



on the heart's fancy table

waiting to welcome the guest


--R.K. Singh

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

ENJOY

Their minds
hallowed in the borrowed sun
joyous in hate
celebrate emptiness
of the pimp's asshole


--R.K.Singh