HASIDA MOON

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 ...

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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