Away from home in academia
sex, 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 nude with refreshing orgasm
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