FILTH

 The chains multiply
wrap life in the skin of water
crying quits to an acomous sky:
the mute soul suffers
the oozing filth

--R.K.Singh

CANAL

Going along Boring Canal
he is piqued to waste a sin
over smuggled evening
in the capital's
canal culture

--R.K.Singh 

PEACE POLITICS

They practise death
in  school and blame India
terrorist politics

no wake-up call
be it Nawaz or Modi
power luxury

in angel costume
each invokes divine
condemnation

after the act
ritual truth burial
and peace politics

–R.K.Singh

NEST

NEST



peeping through the fog
the sun feebly comforts
a sparrow’s nest
built under the window sill:
I hear a new born crying



--R.K.Singh

SWAINS

the evening’s smile
seems conspiring with floating shadows
swains rehearse in dark corners
with cigarettes
I simply gobble the scene

--R.K.Singh