Dinesh Singh

The rasa of grief kept in good order. Not wailing, the quieter labour after: setting the cup back on its shelf, folding what will not be worn again, learning the exact weight of a name.

15 compositions

The rasa of nearness and its long shadow. Not only the meeting, also the waiting that precedes it, the doorway watched all evening, the way a room rearranges itself around one absent person.

9 compositions

The rasa that arrives after the others have spoken. Not emptiness but settlement, the water clear because it has stopped being stirred, wanting nothing further from the hour.

2 compositions

The rasa of the tilted glance. Comedy here is not decoration but diagnosis, the poet lets the world overhear itself, and the pretension collapses of its own weight.

2 compositions

The rasa of the flinch that teaches. Revulsion is the body's honesty about rot, bodily, social, moral, and the poet refuses the mercy of looking away.

1 composition

The rasa of the step taken anyway. Courage in this key is unglamorous and precise: the vow spoken before the odds are counted, the standing that costs something and is done quietly.

1 composition