Flower beds
purple pulsatilla
winter's end
--R.K.SINGH
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
THREAT
We chase myths in self-made Amazon
fish turtles that change colour in new waters
we create landscape of nightmares and wade through
anacondas that threaten our confidence
lost in the jungles of our own making
we beat about the thorny grasses now
look for the twin flames for convenience
cloud judgment and reality for control
challenge the Republic and divide
the defence that could never be
--R.K.SINGH
fish turtles that change colour in new waters
we create landscape of nightmares and wade through
anacondas that threaten our confidence
lost in the jungles of our own making
we beat about the thorny grasses now
look for the twin flames for convenience
cloud judgment and reality for control
challenge the Republic and divide
the defence that could never be
--R.K.SINGH
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
UGANDA
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
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 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
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