Away from home in academia
***, philosophy and religion
I’ve been skeptic about all these years
revels  of hell in lost memories

couldn’t be a new dialect for spring
turn **** with refreshing ******

I still wander in my mind with fire
but  no heat or light, sterile emotion
routs the spirit to live making
all presences dark and absence

fears are no bread from heaven
nor unfilled emptiness any sky

yet the eagle flies with wide eyes
nose opened to stinking patches
the mud-  and ghostscapes that yield
mandate for dreams wrapped in nightmares:

I live preying for liberation
and decay with divinity


--R.K.Singh