Poems

LOVE MAKING: A Haiku Sequence


 

pre-morning mushrooms

blooming on the pubes:

dreamy arousal

 

 

love-making

he melts into her

time stands still

 

 

love-making

the sound of orgasm:

Lao Tzu

 

 

making love

she tastes the salt upon

his shoulder

 

 

 

 

candling in vein

leaves marks of teeth on her neck

utters holiness

 

 

unzipping her back—

hundreds of nights grow wings

with wasp touch

 

 

unclothing

the white night:

lips meeting lips

 

 

writes with strands of

watery hair on her  bare back

a love haiku

 

 

after the tumble

buried between the sheets

leftover passion

 

 

she departs

leaving behind her clothes

over mine

 

 

still lingers

her scent on the linens

drying in shade

 

 --R K Singh

I DON'T KNOW

I don’t know how to negotiate the long steep trail

with hidden scorpions under loose rocks

at home with human muck in a valley existence

strolling upward through a thicket of TV images

politics of glory, garbage and god

the odd arts of money, hierarchy and control

nobody knows who unmakes whom

 

I don’t know how to follow the ridges

back to the trail and the dead river

but stand for a moment to rub the sand from my feet

before worrying about the lost vitality and fear

of the approaching night and rising smoke

dissolving in the sky or conspiring with elements

hardly in balance but contorting the psyche

 

I don’t know what is there for me to hope

when the rains rejuvenate and flood both

the repulsive stench and the loss of pathways

linger longer than the flavor of the first drops

under the tree the puddle feeds no sparrows

but algae that couldn’t dry now trap tiny souls

that fail to swell with heaven’s breath

 

--R K Singh

SMALLNESS

 

I live in a crowd of fakes

smallness rises with age

 

my mind has ceased to think

new metaphors hardly happen

 

hunger keeps me awake all night

I mitigate minginess

 

inner lives are emptied

and filled with fresh stresses

 

too many fault lines run through

to make sense of the divide

 

my passion itches and prompts

I nuzzle the virtual too

 

it’s the same virus replicating

the same hackers that hurt

 

the vigor and rigor of

the new, left or pushed behind

 

whatever the remedy

wounds take deaths to heal

 

R.K.Singh

 

ANGELIC MAGIC

 

Luck awaits me

if I could buy it from

her miracles stores

 

she gives me three dates

for her call to reach

the higher cosmic forces

 

she dreams me stand

in the middle of a

tree-lined park

 

against saffron flowers

flashes of light focus

on my serene face

 

the shower of gold tempts

a being of light descends

I’m offered a new life

 

divine abundance

defeat of enemies

and stream of love

 

if I could pay

for her rituals of

angelic magic


--R.K.Singh

 

GOD, SEX AND THE WORLD

 

It’s part of prayer

to have the lingam kissed

or kiss it to feel

 

the creator’s pulse

for a moment

thank the body too

 

that houses the spirit

we seek in His name

for relief and salvation

 

through the cycle

of day and night

meeting and departing

 

learning and unlearning

each moment synthesizing

god, sex and the world


--R.K.Singh

SONG OF SONGS

I’m true in my element

begotten of earth

hungry to mate with sky:

 

seek me in song of songs

in kisses that he and she

rehearse on way to bed

 

the voluptuous squeezes

fulfillment of godly

and bodily promises


--R.K.Singh

Hamlet

Hamlet

Hamlet came a calling
He didn't say a lot
He was tired and cold and hungry
We gave him honey
From a pot

We breathed warm air upon him
In a kind and caring way
But it really didn't help a lot
Poor Hamlet passed away

He hadn't lost his colour
Still perfect as a pearl
We wrapped him in an autumn leaf
That had just begun to curl

We placed him in the branches
Of a tree that fateful day
In it's arms a frozen moment
Of when poor Hamlet passed away

So sad he didn't make it
But glad a chance to share
In a kindly woven moment
A moment love laid bare

Fragile 'did' for Hamlet
How fragile you and me
Everything is fragile
Beware fragility!

How beautiful was Hamlet
That humble....Bumble.... Bee


The Chalk Stream Lament

Someone broke into my heart where I rise beneath the Downs
And stole my chalk stream water and sold me to the towns
I don't know what you called me I don't think I had a name
Call me 'crystal clear spring water' I was gifted by the rain

My shining waters sounded out
With every rise and fall
In August I would whisper
In January call
Now I move quite slowly
Will I die is this my death?
I don't want to join the silent
I want to live not fight for breath

I want my life blood back again
To leap and turn and run
Sing out loud and sparkle
Flood meadows and feel the sun
Let me spill into the river
Ride the tides that come and go
Let me run my course forever
It's the only thing I know

I want those who lived within me
And those who've passed this way
And all who lived beside me
To come home, home to stay
Here with me when I was born
Long before you came
By my plunder you may reach the stars
But you'll whither just the same

So should I die don't mourn my loss
I'm home, I'm in the rain
And all in all rain has to fall
Somewhere I'll rise again.