ON THEFT OF LIFE-SIZE AUTUMN SCULPTURE

Mutilated
garden of five senses
autumn sculpture

--R.K.SINGH

AUTUMN

Parrots stop chirping
on the guava tree--
autumn dusk


Weaving webs
between branches and leaves
autumn spiders


Awaiting
the wind's blow at door
autumn leaves

--R.K.SINGH

FEVERISH WARMTH

Sun rising late
slow arrival of winter--
feverish warmth


--R.K.SINGH

LEMONS

Yellow lemons
still hanging after the storm
sunny backyard

--R.K.SINGH

MID AUTUMN

On the roof top
she waits for her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of silver showers
on the mist-shrouded figure

--R.K.SINGH

EROTICS OF BYGONES

I hate kneaded flour
it reminds of semen
in the dark of my palms

it puts me off to smell
sweat oozing from the armpits
the thighs moist with urine

in bed the body is
its own antidote if itched
for love the wasted sex

I hate to meditate
the erotics of bygones
growling with unzipped night


--R.K.SINGH

TWO MOONS

Two full moons
and the brightest mars:
summer end

--R.K.SINGH

Two moons
so far away
yet so near
like rain landing gently
on my open arms

--R.K.SINGH