between her inner
and the back
itching
--R.K.Singh
and the back
itching
--R.K.Singh
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
BODY: A TANKA SEQUENCE
To avoid nagging
he gulps down pegs and pretends
every thing's normal:
keeping the mouth shut, hiding
whiskeyed breath and meditating
Trying all sides
and every position
to sleep a few hours
but pain in the neck conspires
with long winter nights
The lips in her eyes
and long hours in the mouth
no moist secret
between us to reveal:
now our backs to each other
She says she is
a pure vegetarian
and hates to take
even an egg 'coz it comes
from the chicken's vagina
Fondling her breasts
I incite a poem
on her body
eraze my self
stroking pubic darkness
Hearing him talk dung
she doubts his integrity
and curses him for
emitting lava from mouth:
I regret stomach upset
A tress of hair
she drops over the mole
on her forehead
thinking it's ugly and
hides her own gazelle eyes
The beads of sweat
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought
Making love
she tastes the salt
on his shoulder
in the afternoon he pounds
like the surf into her flesh
The power goes off
suddenly summer heat chokes
in bed sleepless she turns
undoing a hook or two
of her tight blouse
--Ram Krishna Singh
he gulps down pegs and pretends
every thing's normal:
keeping the mouth shut, hiding
whiskeyed breath and meditating
Trying all sides
and every position
to sleep a few hours
but pain in the neck conspires
with long winter nights
The lips in her eyes
and long hours in the mouth
no moist secret
between us to reveal:
now our backs to each other
She says she is
a pure vegetarian
and hates to take
even an egg 'coz it comes
from the chicken's vagina
Fondling her breasts
I incite a poem
on her body
eraze my self
stroking pubic darkness
Hearing him talk dung
she doubts his integrity
and curses him for
emitting lava from mouth:
I regret stomach upset
A tress of hair
she drops over the mole
on her forehead
thinking it's ugly and
hides her own gazelle eyes
The beads of sweat
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought
Making love
she tastes the salt
on his shoulder
in the afternoon he pounds
like the surf into her flesh
The power goes off
suddenly summer heat chokes
in bed sleepless she turns
undoing a hook or two
of her tight blouse
--Ram Krishna Singh
Thursday, November 22, 2012
HAIKU SEQUENCE: CLOTHES
HAIKU SEQUENCE: CLOTHES
He
sees art
in her wanton dress--/
crawling curls
A watchman gazes
the stars on her body
elements clack
Swirling spirals
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory
Clad in swimsuit
her body in water sweeps
waltzing ripplets
Clings to her body
her red wet saree--
waving wrinkles
Tending her hooks
she blushes to see
the line of jewels
A thin moon
on her neck hides love
in silk gauze
Dangling her necklace
below the drooping breasts--
milking stream
Wearing
the hand bra
Shehba on bike
models in lingerie:
winter rain
Under white light
dressing off her shoulders
musky scent up
Musky perfume
opens unsleeping eyes--
drowsy sweetness
She hides the mirror
with rose and lipstick
and keeps her fiction
She undresses in
dim light perfumes her body
fills room with herself
--R.K. SINGH
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
FLICK
shaped like a bird
a drop of water lands
on her breast
my breath jumps to kiss it
before her pelvic flick
--R.K.Singh
a drop of water lands
on her breast
my breath jumps to kiss it
before her pelvic flick
--R.K.Singh
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Philadelphia
Dr Susana Meyer reading my haiku:
http://www.openairphilly.net/listen/archive?sort=high2low&cb=on&autoplay=1&text=susana+mayer&type&mood&subject —
Making love
hands clasped and head hung
prayer in bed
--R.K. Singh
http://www.openairphilly.net/listen/archive?sort=high2low&cb=on&autoplay=1&text=susana+mayer&type&mood&subject —
Making love
hands clasped and head hung
prayer in bed
--R.K. Singh
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
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