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SOME TANKA
Watching the moon
in the western horizon
two haiku poets
scratch each other's back and mock
the rest as neophytes
Silence of birds
and moon so miserly
I feel homesick:
mists, fogs and leaflessness
add to monotony
Couldn't sleep all night
darkness of thought spread over
the mind with closed eyes
I negotiate fear
of missing the moon and loss
Her letter smells
the lotus she wore each time
meeting in the moon:
I touch her fingers again
with all the hopes and tensions
The fragrance of rose
seeps through the windows
coupled with full moon
adds to my delight though I'm
alone in my bed tonight
When I roll within
veins crackle like dried wood
brathing is oppressed
I can't leave the four walls
to survive midnight attack
Resting his chin
on the back of his palms
he stands at
the dusted railing to watch
the planes roar and take off
Unable to see
beyond his nose he says
he meditates
and sees visions of Buddha
weeping for us
A mist covers
the valley of her body
leaves memories
like the shiver of cherry
in dreamy January
I love her undress
the light with eyes that spring
passion with kisses
she leaves her name again
for my breath to pass through
Ghosts rise to mate
in moonlight tear the tombs
frighten with fingers
rhino horns rock the centre
granite sensation
--R.K.SINGH
