HASIDA
MOON
EXTRA UNSEEN
Everything remains the same
Like you and me
Daily living in a whole
Domestic security
Good salutation
Owned birthplace
Rows of dusty sandalwood teak trees
Wash over piety a little
On the river basin
There is the necessity of having
everything around
Smoke of a cup of coffee
Yellow leaves march from the branch
The footprints moving around
Curiosity to watch the trumpet
Still
A clamped dark side
There are a lot of unseen absurdity
left
Everything did not catch glance of
the eyes
Looking forward to see what goes
ahead...
LIVE IN DEATH
Crossing long days on long roads
Cry born with all birth
Gusting out from such birth
This me , walked on four feet
Stood on two, while in noon
Reached at far piercing rock with
molten burn
Those journey limits by starts
& ends
In each part of Possibilities
Something unexpected happens
Way back home once at dusk on three
legs
At the edge of death, hour of
interrogation
Asking self,
O phoenix , bird of my life
O my impulse of heart
Is nothing signifies
Which separates the Death of a
woman?
How many times they die for living
...
POST DEGREE DESIRES
Moonlight melting night
Waterfall sounds poppy juicy
Legs let reach the home
Mind stays at the ferry- boat
Appropriate words climb up
Heterotrophic poison in lips
Concealing hundred warm kisses
No aversion comes down
untouchables wants to be harmed to
expose
Love is never time bound
Heart is full at the brim
But it's never perfect for them
Obtained Illusions crowded
Thirst not met at the bay
In tide either way
Demands non stop churning
In post degree desires !...
I'M GOING TO THE GRAVE, OR I'M
RISING
Just how many moments are following
me
I do not know
Fade over the photograph
Take a wound to the cross
With your least power
Once upon a lifetime only
Somewhere there is a stretch of
boundaries
To forgive
Seeing the end of behind the unique
metaphor
Look at the map in the opposite
direction
So that the south to north and north
to south
Meanwhile when i am born in the
room
The tomb is built in the verandah
Take a span to get a very busy
moment
Being thrown out in the vision of
the light outside
I can see that I'm going to the
grave
Or I have been rising from the
grave ...
*
I'm going to the grave, or I'm
rising .........
RENTAL TIME
it flies , fly on
In flight , keeps on flying
A handful moments fly away forever
Appears as tenant
Pulling off motions and sweaty
tired
A little bit of silence cause to a
sense
Wish to escape a bit more
Firmaments as it contains above
Landscape of love remains below
Rental moments
Flips the fan
It flies, simply flies,
Just fly.....
HASIDA MOON
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