Friday, December 20, 2013

ALONE

going alone 
an empty shadow 
in the mall 

--R.K.Singh

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

NOW AND THEN

I was God-sent
she said when
I met her first
now she says
hell with you

--R.K.Singh

Thursday, September 19, 2013

AFTER DRINKING

Two large pegs
stuffed up sinuses
sexless night

R K SINGH

AT THE WINDOW

Sleepy roads
with or without light
tear the sky

I watch the murmur
in the misty darkness
Tao of midnight

tranquil emptiness
breathing deceptive cold
the echoes haunt

--R.K.Singh

Saturday, August 31, 2013

MEN

men 
the simplex body 
women love 
to please their ego 

 --R.K.Singh

Thursday, June 13, 2013

INDIFFERENCE?

Being good
couldn’t make me know
any better


I was harmless
they sold my name
and became
what I couldn’t


in the middle of daylight
I vanished like faces
from voters’ lists


with no difference
to who wins
or who loses


–R.K. Singh

Monday, May 20, 2013

Worries

each night
peace is taken away
by my ailing father's cries
and our useless efforts
to calm down
our own frayed worries

--R K Singh

Friday, April 5, 2013

BEWARE

professors beware
intellectual success
lies in inventing
lies to conceal common truths
and sound holier-than-thou


--R.K.Singh

Sunday, February 17, 2013

FREEDOM

Their freedom to choose
keeps them together for love
exchange discourse for lunghi
body for liberation
yoga and meditation

in leisure try to find out
who is available for
a fling or contrive meeting
or turn legs to jellied state
or sip tea under the trees

a hypocrisy
of awakening in group
they jump and lie on each other
in the name of sadhana
teeter on the edge of ruin


--R.K.SINGH

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

DEAD OR ALIVE



My shrinking body
even if I donate
what's there for research?

devil in the spine
abusing tongue in sleep
or bleeding anus

defy all prayers
on bed or in temple--
the same heresy

oozing and stinking
onanist excursion
dead or alive


--R.K. Singh

CLAY DREAMS


They make my face
ugly in my own sight
what shall I see in the mirror?

there is no beauty
or holiness left
in the naked nation:

the streams flow dark
and the hinges of doors moan
politics of corruption

I weep for its names
and the faces they deface
with clay dreams


--R.K. SINGH