TWO HAIKU
1.
Piercing her daughter's ears
to save from sacrifice
for prosperity
2.
Feeding spirits with
limbs of uncircumsised boys
a Ugandan witch
--R.K.SINGH
Friday, January 15, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
EMPTY SHELLS
Walking along the beach
they collect empty shells
that fascinate senses
in the salty air
feel the life now no more
but argue about the sex
of a conch ignoring
the fishermen's song
--R.K.SINGH
they collect empty shells
that fascinate senses
in the salty air
feel the life now no more
but argue about the sex
of a conch ignoring
the fishermen's song
--R.K.SINGH
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
NEW YEAR
It matters little whether
it's December 31st
or January 1st--
loneliness haunts every day
and I can't count on any
in the babel of tongues
I can't raise a wall and hope
to build a home and mourn
the fading blue that tinges
the little breathing space
--R.K.SINGH
it's December 31st
or January 1st--
loneliness haunts every day
and I can't count on any
in the babel of tongues
I can't raise a wall and hope
to build a home and mourn
the fading blue that tinges
the little breathing space
--R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
SMOKE
SMOKE
I can't enter
the sky high mind
of a crow or eagle
but I know
how it feels
in cold-wet air
I have lived
breathless winter
in the open
and no star woke up
to clean the smoke
I slowly became
--R.K.SINGH
I can't enter
the sky high mind
of a crow or eagle
but I know
how it feels
in cold-wet air
I have lived
breathless winter
in the open
and no star woke up
to clean the smoke
I slowly became
--R.K.SINGH
Thursday, November 12, 2009
MISTAKE
Don't defile
my goddess. you smell
private parts
with sexy
hibiscus don't crack
the centre
take bath first
and then touch Kali
with clean mind
I can't let
your wandering hands
make mistake
--R.K.SINGH
my goddess. you smell
private parts
with sexy
hibiscus don't crack
the centre
take bath first
and then touch Kali
with clean mind
I can't let
your wandering hands
make mistake
--R.K.SINGH
Monday, October 26, 2009
With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising capricorn
held for a Sunday Child
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can't trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to Golden Reward
--R.K.SINGH
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising capricorn
held for a Sunday Child
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can't trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to Golden Reward
--R.K.SINGH
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