Wooing the Ones I Love

I woo the ones I love.
I hope you know who you are.
If you doubt,
why yes
I am wooing you!
I woo the friends, the independents,
the lovers and the activists.
I’ll chase you down ’til you cannot run anymore,
After all, there’s no escaping the true love
of like-minded souls!
This is the loving I send to you
the kindness I give to you
the compassion I share with you..
You know who you are!
If you doubt, doubt no longer!

(c) 2017 Frances Osborne

A Fistful of Yearning

I am clutching a fistful of yearning.
When I meet someone also clutching a fistful of yearning,
Let us open our hands and share this fistful with each other.
Our yearnings are no doubt the same or similar.
Our fists hold the same amount.
Do we open our hands and share?
Or do we close our hands tight and keep to ourselves?
But the size of our fists is the same as the size of hearts.
We could share, we could dare to share:
Which may be the hardest thing of all.
Who will share with me? Who will accept my sharing?

(c) 09-16-16 Frances Ann Osborne

Selected Haiku By Ram Krishna Singh

Selected Haiku By Ram Krishna Singh | Submitted On August 14, 2016

1

Stopped for years

on the window sill

a singing clock

2

A drop embedded

in the half-opened bud-

winter morning

3

Half-hidden sun

calls clouds to thicken:

chanting mantra

4

Searching warmth

near a roadside tea stall

a beggar

5

Ash-smeared sadhus

wash off their sins in sangam-

makar sankranti

6

Intense prayer

pushing forward peace-

winged perfume

7

On the ring finger

pushing the diamond again-

brave new love

8

Lying listless

on withered creeper

a golden bird

9

A sleeping snake

curled between the eggs-

layers of leaves

10

Awake whole night

no angel cares to watch–

frosty morning

11

Fading flowers

lie with weeds between stones-

winter recedes

12

Nippleblack

two juicy grapes

between her fingers

13

Morning’s threshold

one more glimpse from moving car-

vanishing roses

14

Seeking refuge

on the wings of wind

scattered petals

15

A fading rose

lies with weeds between stones-

valentine day

16

Lonely

enter her body

mask revealed

17

Watching chess

in the taproom

a novice

18

Lonely sunrise-

a butterfly flutters round

dead marigold

19

Invigilation:

chits flying in from broken panes

Saraswati’s dance

20

She doesn’t let me touch

her nipples she fears

my octopus thrust

21

Last night’s rum

still reeks this morning-

wee smile

22

Not alone

in the midnight misery-

Easter season

23

In the wee hours

a short brush with death-

now resurrection

24

Mosque’s dome

lower than mobile towers

weaker God’s signal

25

Evening sky:

a pale moon behind

listless trees

26

Moonlight

wrapped in cloudy sheet-

nudity

27

Hidden

the mountain

in veil

28

On the road

an injured toad-

onlookers

29

Icy fish

laced with blood

spices smell

30

Arab spring-

tending death and roses

a short bloom

31

Midnight darkness

wrapped in loneliness

dreamy escape

32

A frog

bullied into the hedge

snake’s breakfast

33

Itching rheums

runny nose all day

monsoon

34

Rising dawn

from behind the wheel

home still far

35

Ready to jump

from the culvert

a frog and my grandson

36

Half-eaten

fallen under the tree

the last mango

37

Unexpected guests

a hell of formality:

third day of Ramzan

38

Incense sticks smoke

before the paper goddess:

Durga Puja

39

The woodpecker

still looking for the neem tree:

type VI/4

40

Drowsy

on the old sofa

haiku

41

Watching the moon rise

from the old balcony:

guru purnima

42

Reading tweets

mixed with porn teens:

yoga pants

43

Where has the moon gone?

I saw it two nights ago

uncertain grace

44

Drifting between

my eyes and the moon

floaters

45

Wet in sweat

from her underarms

perfume

46

Unashamed my son

sits tight over his trousers-

smiling mother

47

She recognizes

the difference in my breath:

drink in her absence

48

The morning dews

touch the hem of her skirt:

flight of first love

49

From the peepal

swirling raindrops-

palms open

50

Keep my night from

trauma revisiting

the soul in temple

51

Two large pegs

stuffed up sinuses

sexless night

52

Smelly sweat

in the new exam hall

two girls talk

53

Fresh flowers

before the paper deities:

navratri

54

Love takes to

animal of the body:

living again

55

The peepal in pot

she worships each Saturday:

phailin in backyard

56

Non-stop rain

confining me to Facebook-

depression

57

Between the lips

shadow of her tea:

lingering taste

58

November-

moths rising from nowhere:

Diwali waves

59

In the shade

talking haiku

to a schmo

60

Tastes the rose

a blue butterfly-

nimbling feet

61

Living life’s routine

cycled in infinite loop

feel so limited

62

Hunger haunts

a pavement dwellier-

Christmas again

63

The first winter

in the UGC colony-

breathlessness all night

64

Cyclonic rain

mating with the rising waves-

deserted beach

65

Her muscles

tighten up and the toes curl:

ecstasy

66

Autumn leaves

mount on each other-

sun’s dullness

67

Receding crowd

from the street fair-

Jesus in the eyes

68

Hidden between the sheets

my smothered senses-

salted honey

69

Short lives the sun

in the smoggy morning:

birthday visit

70

No festival

to bury wishes

made years ago

71

Going alone

an empty shadow

in the mall

72

From the ruins

rises a mute flame:

heaven’s song

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