MEDITATION

MEDITATION



wingless flight

in retired solitude–

sadhana



--R.K.Singh

HOW SILLY

You’re my love tonight
you know me like your body

will you bother to say hello tomorrow
if we meet in the street
alone like this?

just as I like your frisette
you like my male smell
you say.will you clutch
my hands like this tomorrow
if I meet and say I’m hungry?

how silly, darling, go & wash
your mouth smells pubic hair

–R K Singh

HIBISCUS

HIBISCUS



the lone hibiscus
waits for the sun to bloom:
morning’s first offering



--R.K.Singh

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