1. She gives him the push
when he says sex starving
is a greater sin
than fasting for his long life
or praying to the lingam*
*an image of Shiva
2. after a tiff
lying under the same blanket
two of us stare
the peeping moon and turn
with glee to each other
3. shaped like a bird
a drop of water lands
on her breast:
my breath jumps to kiss it
before her pelvic flick
4. weaving no web
a dark fishing spider
mates in the creek
and curls up hanging from the ****
in one-shot deal
5. glowing with sweat
her muscles tighten up
and the toes curl
breathing gets heavier
trembling…twitching…ecstasy
--R K Singh
Categories:
lingam, bird, body, moon, sin,
Form: Tanka
So many times I chanted the prayer
from childhood to now that I forget
what I pray for or want repeating
mantras while walking at dusk or seeing
images on the lingam that stir
the flame Shiva harnesses deep within
my numbed feet stop before growling dogs
trained to ignore strangers whose lips don’t utter
their names or who aren’t free in leash like them
I fail to filter the chasing darkness
from roadside temple to Sarna Enclave
--R K Singh
Categories:
lingam, dark, dog, grief, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Chunky ham sab L-nd ki paidavar hain lihaza jis nay l-nd ka inkar kiya us nay astitva ka inkar kiya aur jis nay astitva ka inkar kiya us nay lul kiya?Blody Phol.
Astitva Yoni Yoni Yoni
Yoni mein dalay dhoni.
Categories:
lingam, birth, birthday, body, boy,
Form: Bio
Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
Real threat
to ice lingam ? the Creator?
Falling apart?
Cat’s claw was not healing.
Where the greens will go?
The pods, the seeds?
Tara, Tara!
come again,
we are waiting on the hills.
Glaciers were shrinking-
rivers are sad
and trees are weeping.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
lingam, art,
Form: ABC
Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
Real threat
to ice lingam ? the Creator?
Falling apart?
Cat’s claw was not healing.
Where the greens will go?
The pods, the seeds?
Tara, Tara!
come again,
we are waiting on the hills.
Glaciers were shrinking-
rivers are sad
and trees are weeping.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
lingam, art
Form: I do not know?