Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I TALK TO MYSELF IN BED

I TALK TO MYSELF IN BED





After a day’s labor
they lie on a sand pile
in the basement of
a new shopping complex
rising slowly next door
like the waves at Nellore beach
that broke before wiping
my name on the sand

I take a snap at sunset:
they play with plastic bottles in water
or eat fried fish in the huts

I’m warned against placing it on Facebook
she hates my face

nor am I allowed to speak
to the drug addict picked up
from  the door steps of
Varsha Apartments

his father questions
if there’s law in the country
only a street dog wags its tail

I wheeze and take a seroflo puff
and wonder if I should visit
Nimhans and get checked
to manage my sleep

she questions why I think of Bangalore
for treatment  of all my ailments
and takes me to Bannerghatta  zoo
for animal viewing


 --R.K.SINGH


 

Sunday, October 5, 2014

DEATH OF A SONG

DEATH OF A SONG



In the stillness of morning
hangs fog like smoke veils
her waiting in street
I watch my window
wavering shadow
announcing death of a song
--R.K.SINGH