MEDIOCRISY

Whatever the rut
they mate without the season
ejaculating
hatred from their mouths and stink--
their cum doesn't turn me on


--R.K.SINGH

LEFTOVER

After the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion


--R.K.SINGH

LIGHTNING

The index finger
flickers across her nipples:
tremble of lightning


--R.K.SINGH

HELL OF SILENCE

The cocktail of drink
drug and meditation--
nightly yelps
tease unshared guilts
the hell of silence


--R.K.SINGH

TENNIS

Hits the ball
in the tennis court--
erect nipples


--R.K.SINGH

YEARNING

Spotty
yearning after
lovemaking


--R.K.SINGH

THE HELL INCITES

Discourse on heaven
and after-life pleasures
is bumptious bullying
to love without meaning
midst searches for the lost

so inciting is
the hell of cyber world
they forget to pray
and multiply their pain
corroding consciousness

but it doesn't matter-
whining in sleep or whinging
is part of crazy
nature in race with itself
and god a convenience


--R.K.SINGH