CHRISTMAS EVE

Slowly dissolves
the mud-brick house of worship:
rain on christmas eve


--R.K.SINGH

PEACOCK BAY

Naval cadets
master the waves in Peacock Bay
pelicans bathe


--R.K.SINGH

SNEEZE

Fit of sneezes
no winter allergy:
thinking of sex


--R.K.SINGH

NATURE"S RHYTHM

I wish I could live
nature's rhythm free from
bondage of clock-time
rituals and worship
expanding haiku present


--R.K.SINGH

INSOMNIA

An insomniac
meditates at night and says:
call no man happy
till you learn how and when
he manages to sleep


--R.K.SINGH

THEY...

They pour sand in my hair
and fill my shoes with stones
to make me heavy

like many I too grab
the grass and try to float
but my fingers slip

they refuse my pleas for
a rope or staff to help
me drift in current

they wish me to become
with facial epitaph
my own tomb


--R.K.SINGH

PETALS

Entwined
under the limbs'
petals

--R.K.SINGH