My old joints ache
and allergies recur--
spring's youthful smile
--R.K.SINGH
Alonewith folded handsmother in guest room--R.K.SINGH
Snowflakes stick
stars on the window panes
winter's miracle
--R.K.SINGH
The dark labyrinth
flooded with light and gold--
purple candle
--R.K.SINGH
She departs
leaving behind her clothes
hanging under mine
--R.K.SINGH
The perfume
from her armpits--
yoga
--R.K.SINGH
Without the breeze
the pool's quietude--
gazing silence
--R.K.SINGH