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An Ode To The Khada Parsi – 21 viewsThe whole goddamned world passes him by
pigeon shit blocks his eyes
a stubborn sore throat blocks his cries
he lives out living humanity
in a shroud of carbon mono dioxide
Seth Manockjee Cusetjee
An upright Parsi
Founder of the Alexandra Girls institution
Circa 1863 now looks like
A jobless chimney sweeper in disguise
Watches silently a city’s dead conscience
Apathy complacency and demise
A weeping sunset a somber sunrise
The erstwhile Parsi Panchayat
Is busy building towers at
Cusrow baugh
Pleasing Lord Zaratushtra in
Real estate sky rocketing
Mumbai skies
At the feet of this Parsi philanthropist
Families fornicate shit cook
As their seminal stained linen
In a public thoroughfare dries
A malignant tumour
Called municipal franchise
That I love the Khada Parsi
Should not take you by surprise
My adventurous childhood as a MIYA
Got its polish and sheen from
Keith Kanga, Rayomand Framroze
Naval Baria Pesi, Wispi,
Loving and living life full size
Khatau road Panday agiary
Those days no concrete Cuffe Parade sky rise
The Ghaswallas Unwallas
Soda Water Bottle Opner Wallah
All sport crazy Parsi guys..
All Bawi babes thought I was a Parsi too
Firoze hooked nose Muslim bawa baptised
At the Elphinstone College canteen free Rimzim Sosyo
Rasberry squatting like Eliot in the misty archives
Motor cycle Rustom, Dara Cyrus Burjor
Those men in their crazy machines zooming
Near Framroze Court at Marine Drive..
Girlfriend Armaity who ditched me to
Marry Porus lost love letters oh
Love too had a Prize..
So I love the Khada Parsi
Silent spectator battered heritage
Of a community
That boasts Parsi owned
In this case an empty loaded dice.
Parsi Panchayat snoring away
somnolent conscience is all I can surmise
Every time I pass the Khada Parsi
All such shoe laced memories untie
dedicated to Late Keith Kanga my childhood friend his mother Gwendolyn father Dossbhai Kanga of New Era Printing Press
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And More Despair – 23 viewsDespair
Empty pockets
nothing to spare
Alien city
Man to man
Don’t care
A God
Gone deaf
To prayer
A God gone blind
Unaware
life so
Fuckin unfair
The Son of God
Your sins
He will share
Confess
He will
Pardon your
Mortal
And
Venial
Affairs
To come back
To the Holy Land
Raped by Israelis
Palestinians
He would not dare
The Vatican
The Holy See
Is badly in
Need of repair
Trinity
A three legged
Chair
The Father
Holy Ghost
Son
Regressive Heir
Pope Benedict XVI
And More Despair
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Angel Asleep – 25 viewsdoes she know
what is in store
huge back bending
school bags
wolves at the door
yes even men are carnivore
danger indoor outdoor
from the amniotic safe waters
now washed ashore
even pebbles are trampled
on the sea shore
men who ae born from
women
make women
into whores
the bed sores
all yours
womanhood
displayed as
an animal
a trophy
skinned
mounted
on the wall
all on fours
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Anonymously yours – 17 viewsFrom :
Anonymous <anonymous-comment@blogger.com>
Sent :
Wednesday, May 3, 2006 12:28 AM
To :
firozeno1
Subject :
New comment on To All My Friends And Friends of Friends ..Copy Cats
This is message from Anonymous
he or she loves me to the hilt
I wear nothing beneath my Indian kilt
And a Testosteroneless Manhood about to wilt
With Testicles that have become Quilt
Extra Bucks And Extra Fucks ..
Undreged Rivers on vaginal deltas
crammed with silt.
A Cockeyed Fall
On a Fleshy Mound
That God unknowingly built.
At Bloggerspot morning night my Ass was taken by uncalled fr Spam and yet the Blogger Employee as they call themselves would treat me as Positive Spam, Word Verification till I really lost my Balls and moved away to Word Press.
I prefer Flickrs for a undisturbed sense of calm , quietude , enbalmed in my own zenitude.
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Another Animal In The Zoo – 19 views Wild domesticity
Child the father of man
Born and bred in captivity
Optical illusion
That he is free
A infested fruit
From a worm infected tree
Opulence ostentatiously
Taunting naked poverty
This happens only in India
Some may not agree
A song lyricless you see
gutterless toilets to pee
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Another One Bites ... – 18 viewsAshes to ashes Dust to Dust
Another one bites the crust
Blown up to smithereens
A world of cybernetic hate
Your own crooked shadow
You dare not trust
Libidinous lassitude
Passed away as second hand
Recyclable lust
Man sanctimonious slave
Born baptized accursed
What follows is a tragedy
unrehearsed
drowning in a watery grave
parched lips unquenchable thirst
poetic punishment as outburst
no more a poem hunter
just me in retrospection
my faith my thoughts encrust
the blasphemous balloon
empty aired sighing as it burst.
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Another Terrorist Attack – 17 views
This is one of the pictures I shot late in the night of the Mumbai serial Train bomb blast, from midnight till about 2.30am I shot Bandra, Mahim , Matunga stations..it was terrible 7/11 ..a night that wont ever fade away from our collective consciousness...
Whodunnit
a needle in a haystack
investigative agencies
forensic science unpack
300 suspects
15 to a wolf pack
a pot calling the kettle black
a case they will like
all other case crack
the lawsuit will break
the taxpayers back
i hate to say it
justice riding piggy back
of a system that is
a railway run
without a track
before you say
jack robinson
the terrorists will be back
resilience , strong willed
words by politicians
our collective conscience hijack
another governance lethargy
on the beaten track
like potatoes
crushed under
the weight of a sack
intelligence power failure
not taken aback
on the mumbaikars soul
another terrorist attack
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Anthony Batt – 13 viewsSIR YOU ARE THE BEST
YOU ARE BUZZNET
YOU ARE
FAR TOO DEAR.
MY ORIENTATION
IS QUITE CLEAR
YOUR WIFE NEED NOT
WORRY
I AM NOT GAY
AND
NEED NO SNEER
BUT
I AM
IN
LOVE
WITH LOVE
AND THATS CAUSE
TO FEAR.
LOVE IS BEING HIT IN THE HEAD
AND GETTING
FUCKED
IN THE REAR.
THIS IS A POEM
I HAVE REEDITED
TO MAKE MY
POINT CLEAR/
I AM LEARNING
TO WRITE LIKE FRIAR
UNDER YORRIKS
INCESTUOUS TREE
ONLINE
MISER TUCK GIVES ME BURNT COOKIES
AND SIPS OF FORSTER BEER.
ODD IT MAY SOUND.
A DRUNKEN GEKKO
I WILL BE AFTER 10 YEARS.
THANK YOU ANTHONY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS VERSION..
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Arched in – 20 viewsDate: 12/02/2005 Time: 06:11 AM Visits: 136
Well amazing part of life on the net is one can delete or re-edit
And make old wine in new bottle fit..
You dont need disater prevention kit.
Only honesty and respect for feelings to wit..
And avoid falling in love .. behaving like a twit..
Oh shit..
If you pronounce marriage
You will get the maximum number of hits..
And the end result down in the pits...
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Arrow Headed Designer Cock – 14 viewsDate: 11/23/2005 Time: 12:31 AM Visits: 159
This is hurriedly curriedly buried
Monument to an Arrow Headed Designer Cock
Mysteries of vaginal vagaries,
It just could not unlock
as a photographer
pedestrian poet
I take stock
when I come to Carter Road
for my early morning walk
freedom of expression
kissing my jocks
couples making steamy
love on the rocks
fishermen shitting
as bowels unblock
on the road fruitwallahs
cheap fruits hawk
fat women asses
overbulging pectorals
makeovers mock
Decentralised
Lonely sainted balls
That became knockers
For doors without walls.
And the hilt snow colored
White washed..
A stark reminder
Of Alaksan love botched
prematurely debauched.
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artemesia californica – 13 viewsthree tiers
man
a scary face
two eyes
another scary face
no make up
or cosmetic make over
on the soul of man
like that of a woman
which is deceit
betrayal and all bad things
woman do to man
engraved on the surface
always tripping us
with their cunning
tortoise like man
and hare like woman
who cheats uncompetes
to win the race
will never ever lose face
congregating
proliferating
on my space
memories of her
I can delete
but not erase
woman
luciferously
lighting up a stage
man poor
man avian like
wingless
repeating
word for word
a cockatoo
in her cage
artemisia californica
another name for a sage
my poetry her heart
anthology on a web page
my poem no 824
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Ashes In The Cup of My Heart – 22 viewsNever fall in love on the net..
Said my wife not at all upset.
A kick up your ass is all you ll get..
Life will pass you by..
You have overslept..
While on your pillow
I have wept and wept..
And that you will return
I never dreamt.
Have I returned.
I am not sure yet..
Of treason of reason
I am bereft..
A pictureless apology
Of unconditional love
Ashes in the cup of my heart
Is all that is left.
Dichotomy of love
A verbiage a theft
Silent lips
Unsealing a cleft...
I have resigned from the Dead Poets Society at Buzznet...Pictorial Poetic Photography is what I will do... improve my prosaic grammar.. reading the journals of a friend..Paxgitmo..
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