GOD AN EMPTY WORD

Plodding away
at season's conspiracies
life has proved untrue
with God an empty word
and prayers helpless cries


--R.K.SINGH

DON'T CONDEMN ME

DON’T CONDEMN ME

It’s still linked but I don’t understand

or don’t want to understand because

I am too much with me and worry

about her dying libido and my

own shrinking sex amidst salsa chill

Bihu fever, Vishu rituals

ringing emptiness day and night shake

the age-wrapped youth for single-edge play

in forked flame carve image of heaven

to challenge the jealous God undo

sins of races flowing in my blood:

I love Him through the bodies He made

but they don’t understand redemption

in churning and parting of the sea

they don’t rejoice the flames of henna

on her palms nor let the lily bloom

in the valleys use the clefts and cliffs

to deface beauty and spike voices

don’t condemn me if I am not white

the water still flows in my river

--R.K.SINGH

SOME CINQUAIN POEMS

The sun
on a mountain
grave illumines the path
to divinity unrealised
in soul


The rains
cry to meet earth
fall from sky day and night
remind love always yields to arms
open

Let's know
dirty water
kills everyone no need
to blame only her if he too
is wrong


My voice
brown like autumn
crushed in noises I can't
understand days pass in colours
buried


Someone
opens the gate
stealthily lets the cows
in to graze lawn and make our house
widow


The leaves
fall and rust with
ashes heaped up by wind
in the lawn rises the pale earth
for breath


His talk
farting of horse
galloping, leaving track
of every thought and strategy
behind

Let's see
ourselves in them
linking our happiness
to theirs, cease dehumanising
god's gift


Shaping
true reality
hidden in outer world
intricately patterned like our
body


--R.K.SINGH