Haiku

R K Singh

R K Singh

Photo credit - www.sheltons.net

The winter chill
slowly rises each evening--
frozen shadows


Moving between
the fingers of a toddler
the first winter rain


Stench of burning leaves
mounts with smoke in the evening:
asthmatic breathing


Under the blue sky
the chestnut trees bloom
white candles


His presence
among the known faces--
evening fog


The wax drips
down the long hard candle--
a soft hum


Her lonely grief
melts in the candle wax--
evening's dark floor


Seeking smell
in the cherries
yet to blossom


Her fingers
I taste in the orange
she peels


After the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion


Trapped in temples
gods frighten my body:
I bow in bed


Sits on a mound
overlooking the camp
awaits signal


A snake's dead skin
near the fence:
she stands unmoving


Between bare branches
two pigeons share silence:
All Hallows' Day


Scrounging for scrap
in a pile of garbage
empty Christmas


Taking short cuts
or overtaking others:
new metro maze


The winter chill
slowly rises each evening--
frozen shadows


Years of home
in three suitcases:
deep breathing


With his crying baby
he moves in the train's passage:
marital tension

From: Muse India, Issue 17, January-February 2008