VULGARITY
What is there to relish in heaven
if the vulgarity of relationship haunts
even after retiring from earth?
the loose threads of yearning criss-cross memory
I can still feel the river's twisted flow
toward lower reaches, exhausted and stripteased
the nudity of moon and stars is beyond touch
who cares I evolve or end like them
suspended from a plane I can hardly reach?
R K Singh
MELTING ELEMENTS
An Experimental Long Poem
(Tanka Haiku)
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Looking for image
of divine on the wall
to pray or chant
a mantra or hymn in mind
she leans on him to kiss
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her soul touch
vibrating in depth
in darkness
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reclining Buddha
unmindful of drinking
he and she
discussing taste
aged in India
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half asleep
one with poppy–
Buddha’s bar
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in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathe her touch
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smoked fish
in the elevated hut–
honeymoon
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butterfly cushions
flutter the skirt
flame flickers
ground to whiteness
for her feast
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verandah–
touching her naked skin
morning breeze
Published by agronsh on https://atunispoetry.com/2024/11/10/melting-elements-an-experimental-long-poem-tanka-haiku-poems-by-ram-krishna-singh/
