HAIKU

Awaiting their turn
to feast on a dead dog
crows in a circle

Out of wood and stone
he carves his vision of peace:
night's secret visage

The sky couldn't retain
all of the moon now entering
my house through windows

In the well
studying her image
a woman

I see her smiling
with wind-chiselled breast
in sexless solitude

Two butterflies
racing with each other
perch on the wire

A butterfly rests
on the butterfly tattooed
on her sunning back

Fermenting spring
in the arms of lovers:
a secret sin

Splendid with the moon
night in silver peace dreams
thousand folds of light

Drunken with force
spreading the century's sore:
nine eleven

Seeking smell
in cactus flowers:
late monsoon

Her anger shifts
from manure to cell phone:
ten o' clock soap

Without washing hands
touches hibiscus for worship:
her frowning glance

Copyright 2005 © by R. K. Singh