DEAD OR ALIVE

My shrinking body
even if I donate
what's there for research?

devil in the spine
abusing tongue in sleep
or bleeding anus

defy all prayers
on bed or in temple--
the same heresy

oozing and stinking
onanist excursion
dead or alive

--R.K. Singh

CLAY DREAMS

They make my face
ugly in my own sight
what shall I see in the mirror?

there is no beauty
or holiness left
in the naked nation:

the streams flow dark
and the hinges of doors moan
politics of corruption

I weep for its names
and the faces they deface
with clay dreams

--R.K. SINGH

PRAYER

on loudspeaker
prayers disturb
the night's silence

R.K.Singh

SCARY

so scary each night
I feel a trapped animal
nowhere to run

--R.KSingh

LOST

in my dream
birth of a haiku
lost on getting up

--R.K.Singh

I CAN LIVE

I've outlived
the winter's allergies
and depressing rains
in a human zoo

I can live
my retirement too
without pension and medicare:

the wheelchair doesn't frighten
I can live

uncared and unknown
survive broken home
the numbness in the arms
the pain in the neck
and inflation too


--R.K. SINGH

TWITTER

end of festival:
I stop by her haiku
on twitter.com


--R.KSINGH