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Tears for Bibi Fatima ! Curses For her Killers ! – 34 viewsfrom this world into
the next world we will pass
tears for bibi fatima
beneath the shadow of alam abbas
oops taqqaiya
allah ho akbar
we bypass
dont throw stones
you live in a cybernetic world
made of glass
we cut our bodies
scourge bleed
mind outpacing mass
we dont lob grenades
maim , decapitate or
other communities harass
on other peoples privacy of thought
we dont tresspass
so let us do what we do
stop behaving like a jackass
yes it is hussainiyat that
as wealth of our spirituality
we amass ..
did it not spread eagle yazidiyat
a momentary abberation so crass
with our curses on the enemies
of janabe fatima
we will surpass
it is not just a sectarian difference
its an ideology impasse
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Accursed Fate of a Begging Muslim Woman – 31 viewsa muslim woman
begs on the graveyard of a mound
around her mocking her despair
dead laughter surrounds
ghosts spirits her living death
astound
a few coins in her hand
deathly silence no sound
covering her beggary
her shame
born as a Muslim Woman
by other moving men and women
frowned
she in her hijab
her winding sheet
buried live above ground
we are building
masjids madarsaas
womens home childrens home
homlessness no home to be found
yes with thorns the underprivilged
Muslim Woman is thus crowned
bleeding kismet
male dominance
mullahs handbill like
fatwas to hound
yes they who are busy
bombarding trains , mosques
humanity misguided jehadi
terrorism abound
the heads of Islamic world
a cloth stuffed in the mouth
hand and cold feet bound
justifying actions
as a merry go round
yazidiyat that
enevitable power house
in the flowing blood
of hussainiyat got drowned
haqqa bina lahe laha illala
ast hussain
only a hussain can expound
at yazids court
bibi zainab
one hand on the holy koran
the other with
the najahul balagha
in her kutbas
propound
indomitable
womanhood of Islam
so profound
even the heads
on the spears
watched her spellbound
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The Beggar Bawa Of Bhendi Bazar – 63 viewsnot related
to a Russaian Czar
not a Naga Sadhu
on par
on the cobblestones
of municipal misery
sits the Beggar Bawa
of Bhendi Bazar
in the nights
they come
spilling out
of fancy mercedes cars
some in jaguars
to touch the feet of this bawa
the Pride of Bhendi Bazar
yes he is a rising star
forget his repulsive appearance
its only a human scar
a shining soul
sparkles glitters
beyond the body
of the Beggar Bawa of Bhendi Bazar
He is not wierd
Eats his food through his beard
this happens only in India
nothing strange or Bizzare
everyone has a godly avtar
pictorial poetry
in my pedestrian memoir
next time in Mumbai
visit the Beggar Bawa
of Bhendi Bazar
This was a picture I took a single reluctant shot, this is base humanity, sanity, because Mind corrupts .. here the Mind has fled leaving behind a caracass that once was Man...His Rise His fall.
This poem was waiting in the wings , it bought the picture to life.
Ye I shoot the same stuff.. quite a coincidence, the last I shot him , he was walking semi nude on the road, the next time he lay in foetal sleep.. on the hot pavement. flies paying homage taking prasad from his beard..please dont throw up this one time...
What next I dont know.
posted at my home site
every picture we shoot is a lyrical pictorial poem, it stands on its own, sometimes we pedestrian photographers posing as poets , add words to cut the rough edges , give an insight into this mans world so different from your own..I catapult him into your minds cyberspace , for me this is poetry , that binds us like a hand link..this is Picto -Reality...I am possessed by the imagery that resides in a photo Blog..
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Fat Lady of Hill Road – 30 viewsgracefully aging
rocking raging
fat lady of hill road
sitting silently
non violently
as pot holes
make it a
municipal monstrosity
Bandra spill road
kill bill road
no will road
just pay
your bills road
no profit just loss
nil still road
walking a crotchety
teadmill road
no not yet a country
liquor distil road
xmas time
more open gutters
hand bill road
during monsoons
connecting misery
of water field road
making a mountain
out of a molehill road
bandra from sandra
alexandra cassandra
little daffodil road
politician broken promises
unfulfilled road
globus traffic jam
infrastructure unplanned
heritage destroying
uphill road
births and deaths
bhabha hospital
pretentious face lift
scarred for ever
A Bandra Stand Still Road
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Cry Beloved Khada Parsi – 33 viewsmonochromatic melodies
of time gone by
rhapsodic ruminations
that let out a sigh
miserable moments
under a blue sky
cry
my beloved khada parsi
outlive but dont die
you our heritage
we callously deny
you a chimney sweep
dust heat and soot
spires of a church nearby
a bridge on a
vehicular river why
the resilence
the spirit of mee mumbaikar
you indomitably personify
your presence our presence beautify
time tide bad tidings you defy
to this vibrant cities ups and downs
you testify
beneath your legs
the space they occupy
they piss , defecate
they fornicate
their brood multiply
a clothesline
on the sly
a cradle
holding a lullaby
above standing tall
sheth cutsetjee manockjee
1763-1845
mummify
parsi philanthrophist
that the parsi community
has no time to deify
tust in god and be not daunted
mere words that
his hardships horrify
tears as rain drops
liquefy
pigeon shit on his head
misery underlie
khada parsi
I shall always shoot
you each time in a cab
on the bridge
I pass by
it is with you dear bawaji
that my parsi frinds
keith kanga
rayomand framroze
I identify
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Muslim Woman's Tryst With Destiny – 28 viewsbaba ek paise ka sawal hai
moutaj hoon
musalman hoon
badkismati ka yeh hal hai
zindagi bediyon se bandhi
jeena janjal hai
khuda ka khayal hai
alam behaal hai
sir give me a coin or two
my tears soaked in a
dry tissue
no hope no avenue
womanly woes
my residue
shadows that i pursue
to move away from
this heartless world
i wait in a queue
a woman is a woman
its true
a womans pain
in public view
scarred
through and through
whether muslim or hindu
its a mans world
where womanhood
they misconstrue
use abuse misuse
depraved destroyed
by a few
a fallen woman
nothing but a taboo
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Muslim Woman Triple Talaq – 24 viewspoverty stricken
muslim woman
in islam
a raw deal
she is a living dead
they see but dont feel
she will beg
but wont borrow or steal
she is far too genteel
like an onion tears unpeel
friday namaz the peshimam the mullah
all spiritual candy floss and spiel
while the poor muslim woman
hand stretched begs for a meal
blood that on her soul congeals
muslim woman is always happy
they complacently reveal
a muslim mother
was not a muslim mans ideal
male dominated
mullah backed society
in all its zeal
a muslim womans destiny
with a triple talaq they seal
fatwas as they unreel
a punctured tyre in a wheel
moving an Islamic Juggernaut
of an automobile
I could have never shot this picture without divine godly intervention
You dont need to be a wiseman to dole out Wisdom, today the fool is wiser than the man who is called by others Wise .
firoze shakir aphorisms
500 photos I am happy Flickr Dudes dont consider me Positive Spam, as at Bloggerspot, Diggit, ...
I was at Sulekha Blogs once a few summers back, they liked my pictures , my stories , my intense passion for Blogging, but they blocked me as my language was fuck oriented, the other problem was this was a Muslim hating site in my case ofcourse , this was racial profiling.. of a confused Muslim Bloggers...I ran I am still running..
We Indians are bastions of moral policing hate ..per se
.We love to Hate a person who was born a bit different than us..
Who is more creative we finger fucked to our middle class mediocrity.
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A Shia Womans Faith – 23 viewscandles flickering in the wind
but her faith in ahle bait
steadfast..
through her childrens children
it will everlast
yes before she was born
the die was cast
her destiny
her yacht of devotion
that needs no mast
karbala the present future
a past overcast
an unforgettable
holocaust
yet he stood tall
this Hussaini iconoclast
a sacrifice unsurpassed
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
on the soul of yazidiyat
criss-crossed
come what may
hussainiyat
on the forehead of Shia
unborn children embossed
through our tears
ghame hussain
azadari e hussain
our love for
the beloved grandson
of the Holy Prophet
we broadcast
allah ho akbar
a maksade hussain
forever we will hold fast
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Lathi Charge on Human Rights – 32 viewspicture courtesy Google Images
Photo AP
for representational purpose
The Lathi charging never ends
Used as a means to an
attacking end
to brutalize public opinion
to sodomize human rights
a political paralysed
system to defend
cries of pain
tears in heat and dust
as they blend
the khaki terrorism
on human feelings
unapologetic
inhuman signals
as its sends
knowing that there are
cameras around
their bravado
insult to a democratic
measures do offend
under the pay
of a political terror
no amend
while the government
with sealed lips of silence
just pretends
the officer in charge
they will suspend
yes the policeman
is no more our friend
unhealthy signs do portend
no returns no dividends
a goonda raj
with which we are contend
the main criminals on the loose
the poor man they apprehend
pull his hair kick, blows , punch
to a level of a barbarian they descend
men women children under the lathi
what a trend custodians
of law and order
rules that they bend
fake encounters,
travesty of justice
corruption
haftagiri
gundagiri
dadagiri
no this system
cannot
will never mend
to be a cop
sell your soul to the devil
they the power brokers
recommend
a juicy posting
is a ministerial
favour godsend
the best of humanity
choked on a river bend
no witness
no telling tales
no loose ends
the khaki raj
of carnage
on cry a beloved
country
as it overextends
Like me you must have seen the TV clip on lathis being raised on defenceless women, an old man being kicked by the cops..I dont say all cops are bad, but the system that protects rogue cops is bad, outsourcng of security agencies is bad, crazies enlisted because the backward caste system has to be safe guarded.. most of the cops , army personnel need immediate psychiatric care, they have to be treated, healed, I see this as the main priority..
There is no policeman over the policeman..unfortuntely..the disease has set in very deep…cancerous..killing the country by default..The images of police torture in custody.. well I dread to think about it, if what I saw on the screen is brutality at its very best..the political netas owe society an explanation..
May 26th, 2007
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Kabr Par Aansu....Bahate Hue – 23 viewsbalon ko dupatte se chupaye hue
kabr par baithi mehboob ke
dil ko dab dabaye hue
fatiya padti hai
beeti yadon ko
hawa mein bhikraye hue
hath be jod thar thrate hue
lash jaise lamhe ansu mein
samate hue
mashk ke dard kabr pe bahate hue
mehboob kabr mein soya hi tha
kaie bar puthi kismet par roya bhi tha
kash mein phir se zinda hota
tere dil ke pinjre ka parinda hota
teri ujad duniya ka bashinda hota
kash mein es tarah na roya hota
babul ka jhad na boya hota
beeta hua waqt na khoya hota
sapnon ko suee ki ankh mein
na piroya hota
shayad kuch
din aur mein zinda hota
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Fuck Love – 66 viewsOne should count each day a separate life.”
Seneca .
I sometimes feel it is a single woman, sometimes in multiples that make man complete.A woman is more than a prehistoric primal force, a woman is the power behind mans existence on earth,take my words in any context.A woman is mysterious element, a surprise factor , who keeps on surprising you,here in Mumbai , falling in love can be dangerous too, specially if the love springs from the source of an illusory internet.A couple met on Orkut, a few love bytes, vibes and all, the next , they are in a live in relationship, he an already married man, she an eligible single woman.
What happened next is bizarre, he shoots her down in a seedy hotel, absconds , is caught, he would have been caught anyway, the Mumbai police is a step ahead of the criminal, in its investigative prowess.In romantic matters crime of passion.
This is love that self destructs, yes it destroys the man, including the two women, his estranged wife and his now dead girlfriend.
Online love is very dangerous, most of the persons in masks, some with corrupting hate for men, or eliminating hate for women.Guys who take on the personna of women are the worst, you know the rest.Online love has no rules, its a Russian Roulette .
Online love is dangerous timepass, you tell her only in snippets, she knows nothing about the criminality of your mind, you warped intentions, you are demanding, you want her as close to the net connection all 24/7..I have gone that path, one and a half times.
She holds on to you, she who is covered from head to toe , a veil of deceit , the one finger clitoralless love making, her mindlessness giving you head, its a scary cybernetic Kamasutra, thank God you do all but dont make babies.
I prefer Word Press the silence, the soliloquy of silence.
Buzznet I was hot fractionalised emotions, like a rainbow of varying indepth feelings , cybernetic love, new to me, reinvigorating my marital enslaved domesticated languishing libido.
But the way I wrote at Buzznet I cannot write here at Word Press, I write so strangers will read me as they pass this cybernetic wound of a watering hole.
At Buzznet I wrote to a single woman, she eternalised herself embalmed her presence , in my words.Word Pressed too as pillow talk, feathered swirling whirlingness in outer space.
Yes I wrote for My Muse.American Muse.
She is there entombed in my posts on my homesite as a section I call Buzznet Memories.
Her scathing comments, in the earlier stages were like a stab of a rapier, or a poisoned arrow..to drug decieve , not kill.
She wanted me alive.This was Internet love.Unreachable, it could have survived, but I got entangled to her goddess like human physicalty.
Masturbating mindlessness.
I miss her, she knows it, I hope she knows it.
This is the Indianess of America , that lures me in its trap.
A she wolf among distempered kittens.
Buzznet is not Buzznet anymore.
A chemical romance
clicking the mouse fuck hose chores
Fuck Love odds evens no score
the blistering feeling of homlessness
outside her trembling door.
I will never fall in love
on the Internet I swore
one finger fucked no more
a leopard farting a lions roar .
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Painted Pathos of Photographerno1 – 26 viewsmonochromatic grief
colorless tears of pain
millions of moments
choked on the monitor
of the brain
unwashable memories
that my conscience stain
nostalgic disdain
stranded at the station
missing the last train
everyday is ashura
karbala a spiritual domain
he gave his head
not his hand
lost his loved ones
did not complain
saved Islam
from Islam
a single name
Humane
Shah Ast Hussain
singlehandedly
stopped
the Yazidi
hurricane
Yazidiyat lay
trampled and slain
Verily Badshah ast Hussain
Hussainiyat
a light of hope
through the
windowpane
Haqqe bina lahe laha
Ast Hussain
a noble thought
present day
jehadis wont entertain
rafidi shias
their one and only
unending migraine
their bullets their bombs
their suicide bombers
the cry of Ya Hussain
cannot restrain
in a you tube
no al farsi dare
explain
shia sunni oops
muslims love killing muslims
allah ho akbar
a thought I maintain
some net savvy gents
who distort it to
a thought more profane
promoting sectarian violence
in the name of Allah
their thought contain
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