R K Singh is a poet strangely absent from a forthcoming anthology of Indian poetry in English. See item: Bloodaxe & The Indian Takeaway (below). Poet-in-Residence, on the other hand, has no qualms about publishing R K Singh's work and is more than delighted to present two more delicate and exotic items from the poet's prolific and insightful pen - this time from the poet's love archives. The poems are published here, as always, with R K Singh's kind and generous permission.
Is it the perfume
of your body
that makes the nights
your lush lips
in beautiful silence
your fragrance radiates
flowers and water
can I seek
in your breasts?
They may be arbiters of good taste
and denounce my aesthesis or ignore
what I created all these years
there's poetry in failed ejaculation
or cowardice in a woman's company
not all will dare to talk about
it's weakness which stares in the face
when truth is wrapped in silence and love
is negotiated in a perfumed bar.
c) R K Singh (2004)