Three Poems by R P Singh

R. P. Singh

And so wafts a theme

And so wafts a  theme

in mud sometimes, 

and across the clouds so.

So springs a thought 

in winter, spring and snow.

Saw letters taking shape 

when seldom any escape; 

in midnights, at dawns, 

bright daybreak, and yes 

over the yawning afternoons.

Letters move so fast, 

smiling, winking lot, 

letters resist to move, 

stuck in whacky groove.

Letters in efforts, letters stuck.

Letters turn the shape...

Yes, for themes there 

effortlessly no escape.

Themes smile, get agile,

letters mark their wand.

And so wafts a theme;

In thoughts of land 

in thoughts of barn, 

in thoughts of traps

how thoughts see yarns! 

So wafts a theme;

in muddy streets;

dreams that bring

for a fairy retreat -

so soulful life's treat! 

Letters whisper so often 

in the maker's ears,

and they pinch, if out of gear.

Letters charge the self, 

letters, and control.

And so wafts the  themes, 

Life goes on...

***

Million hunches for a dream

Million hunches for a dream

I so often plan, 

though in thought it entails 

just a shaky yarn!

No responses float ever, 

yes quite  eager shows want, 

And  menacing affluence 

when a drop in want.

I sang for supper, waited there, 

Many yearnings loom a far,

as dragon flies they approach,

YET not a single water drop.

***

Bird awake

Bird awake the long night through,

no injustice they ever thought, 

who knows owl's petty eyeballs 

shrieking through the petals of dark.

Birds in quivering flake to see 

thoughts so freaking and umpteen

some vermin come, flies come 

offering a rally for a relook, to see.

Ghostly vermin sings a song, 

so many plundering to entail,

flies in new shapes appear 

hoodwink owl's image to clear.

*** 

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Setu, January 2023