Wednesday, September 17, 2008

LEMONS

Yellow lemons
still hanging after the storm
sunny backyard

--R.K.SINGH

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

MID AUTUMN

On the roof top
she waits for her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of silver showers
on the mist-shrouded figure

--R.K.SINGH

Thursday, September 4, 2008

EROTICS OF BYGONES

I hate kneaded flour
it reminds of semen
in the dark of my palms

it puts me off to smell
sweat oozing from the armpits
the thighs moist with urine

in bed the body is
its own antidote if itched
for love the wasted sex

I hate to meditate
the erotics of bygones
growling with unzipped night


--R.K.SINGH