Areolar Hue

Pours boiling water
on the teabag in the cup:
areolar hue


-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