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You Telecom Again in Coma – 28 viewsmy server you telecom has gone into coma once again , chances of making it back to the living word seem very bleak..no this is not tongue in cheek..i am pissed of so in the language of poetry i speak , may god his vengeance wreak of people with hearts and souls of burma teak..
the link fibred tale once again gone weak...
you telecom is run by a bunch
of amateurs
who green behind the ears
have yet to get their spurs
first it was the blood sucking
iqara now the nightmare is worse
my lost time my pain
you telecom can never reimburse
they will just nod their heads
at the end of the month
empty my purse
server cannot be found
untimely prayer perverse
but may it die
eventually
in poetic language i curse
city group uncaring
to the woes of an old
existing customer
needs their customer care
act rehearse
or will completely disappear
from the cybernetic universe
a thought very adverse
a dead body awaiting the municipal hearse
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Paradise Regained Paradise Lost – 31 viewscranky creaky old age
sleeping on a cot
very quietly
clandestinely this picture
i shot
on the street
my favorite
gold spot
this picture
before I shot
already had the makings
of a forget me not
this is life
from the frying pan into the pot
faded sepi toned memories that
in her dreamless mind rot
accursed old age an after thought
waiting to meet the maker
on the other side
Paradise regained
Paradise lost
with an epithet
here lies an old lady
the world forgot
a tombstone
her only camelot
a dying plant
in a broken
flowerpot
This poem I dedicate to His Holiness The Dalai Lama..a noble human being beyond the borders of humanity.
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Betrayal of a Girl Child – 21 viewsbeing born a girl child
is a very heavy price to pay
a girl child
a bit of her
each day they slay
branded as cattle
this doll of clay
she has to beg
to her dismay
no play
no holiday
scalding hot water
if she disobey
older when she gets
married
they will burn her anyway
this is just a rehersal
that they underplay
god too is homeless
to whom does she pray
my camera lens
on the soul
of your consciousness
her histogram betray
skeletal sorrow
of society
as a pictorial X ray
This was in Moharam Ashura , I am amazed , no Nari Sanghatna , the All India Womens Muslim Board, all asleep , heavy lidded, all busy with their agenda, I dont need to sensationalize a street scene that is common fare.
Even the Muslim women sitting outside Gufra Map, with immense pain, these are professional beggars they might say, but it is a heartless society that has made them so, I see so much I dont shoot , but this pain wont go away by a right click of the mouse.
Building statues to honor national leaders , making gardens , yet the stomach remains empty unfed.. pigeon shit on statues , bull shit to life that lives like the living dead.
I sometimes envy my brother street photographers they take a shot move away to the next picture , next street scene, I as a poet paraphrasing pain as pedestrian poetry cant get away, I shot the picture that starts overflowing with putrid pus of their captive souls to their precariously impoverished lot...
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Child Abuse Kiss My Ass – 16 viewseveryday is ashura
everyday is karbala
we always say
a pain every ashura day
we portray
child abuse
your word play
our children
as greetings
to you convey
its their blood
not yours anyway
their childrens children
will be doing this
till doomsday
verily it was Yazid
on display
Hussain nor
Hussainiyat
that he could slay
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we play holi with blood on ashura day – 19 viewsI gave this picture a water color treatment , as I lost the sharpness.
I wanted this picture , the look in the kids eyes to live forever.
we play holi with blood on ashura day
our way..we wont let
another karbala happen any way
hussain and hussainiyat
you cannot slay
every yazid
has a price to pay
no more heads on a silver tray
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
the only way
everyday
because of this
the Truth that we obey
we as Shias from
your fraternity
had to breakaway
1400 year old pain
is not just a passion play
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I am a Muslim Woman – 20 viewscovered in our
religions
protective armour
the hijab from head to toe
my face my body
my shame
I need not show
yes I am a muslim
muslim woman
is all that you
need to know
in a muslim mans world
the laws of a muslim man
how can a woman
overthrow
the mullah was made
by god to protect
the rights of man
although
he was born of a woman
a mother that his kind
with fatwas
add to womanly woe
I dont selll my body
nor do I borrow
but yes morning to evening
for the sake of my children
I beg a futureless life forgo
with my open palms
these streets I plough
covered in the Hijab
my lifeless shadow
a today that will become
another today
tomorrow..
nothing less
nothing more
ebb and flow
this is not a penance
but my fate born
as a muslim woman
I undergo
May 14th, 2007
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Shias Sunnis Sectarian Hate – 27 viewssimmering sectarian hate
bara wafat ashura await
settle scores
before it is too late
lucknow the city of peace
caught in predestined fate
battlefield mullahs
on both sides
daggers drawn
no diaogue
no debate
only recriminate
politics
with shia and sunni
as bait
each one
throwing his weight
the overstretched fabric
of Islam berate
human bodies kill
Allahs
spirituality desecrate
hate a strange bedmate
only more hate procreate
allah ho akbar
the call of the muezzin
the only common soulmate
la illaha illala
mothers tears as they lose
their loved ones
at Allahs gate
such is the irony
of Muslim killing Muslims
the story of our
Mortality Rate .
May 14th, 2007
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Poetic Pain Pulverized – 20 viewsmarrriage is a social farce
mans legal right to womanize
called holy testament
simply rape legtimized
if she does not bring dowry
humiliate dishonor tyrannize
a woman is bonded labor
one time use several time abuse
merchandise
man with his lust will demonize
produce harvest dehumanize
thus made mother
on one day in her memory
as mothers day
internationalize
futility of sinister lies
brutalize
terrorize
mother beneath her feet
lies paradise
with sufferings pain
you tranquilize
i give you
a picture
of a muslim mother
so you dont need to visualize
begging near gufra map
imambara
the mullahs path
why jeopardize
each majlis on the mimber
he will moralize
sermonize
while a mother shed tears
for her pain and hussain
no money
for her burnt daughter
to be hospitalized
this is lucknow
the city of
my unfortunate birth
adab and tahzeeb
age old charm
mischaracterized
hardliners
that azadari e hussain
jeopardize
politics that
shia sunni riots
patronize
law and order
desensitize
without
constructive change
mutual coexistence
peace and harmony
you will simply fossilize
only a collective
healing touch
can humanize
long live
lucknow
I emphasize
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God Where Are You ? – 25 viewsSITTING WAITING IN A QUEUE
INVOKING YOUR NAME
FOR A COIN OR TWO
SOME SEE US AND SHOO
SOME HARD RUDE WORDS SPEW
HUMAN HEARTS HAVE BECOME HARD
ITS TRUE
MANGLED HOPES
STRANGLED HOPES
NOTHING NEW
THOUGH A
HEALING TOUCH
IS OVERDUE
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The Hijab – 21 viewsbeauty in the eyes of a hijab
sparkles and shines
but yet
more than your
dresses with
plunging necklines
slithering waistlines
why is it a simple
garment like the hijab
make headlines
a hijab
covering a Muslim Womans
modesty no other designs
says Taslima Nasrin Burn the Hijab
an atheist giving Islam
some new guidlines
she should not get
Indian citizenship
if this how she our
culture maligns
send her back to
Bangla Desh
no more Lajja-less bylines
the Hijab
our Motherhood
on Mothers day
enshrines
the Hijab
a Muslim womans
lifeline
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Hussainiyat thy name is Humanity – 26 viewsMain Tumhari Sarhadon se Door Hindustan Jana Chahta Hoon
Jahan Musalman to Nahi magar Insan Rahte Hain ..Imam Hussain
I want to go to land of peace hope harmony love and hospitality
said Imam Hussain in humility wisdom without any animosity
not wanting blood shed killing of muslims by muslims
it was Islam more important than mere Mortality
but Yazid and barbarism on parity
Ummayad Islam bound to a power more powerful than insanity
no room for love of the Prophets Grandson or Islamic charity
Yazidiyat that killed Hussain in its Pride and Vanity
was the worst kind of inhumanity
But Hussain lives
every day is Karbala
Hussainiyat thy name is Humanity
yazidiyat shimr gathering dust
in the dungeons of anonymity
lanat everlasting for their atrocity
This is dedicated to Maulana Yasoob Abbas , son of Maulana Athar Mirza who has placed this banner at Nakhas.
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Red the Color Of Pain – 27 viewsa pain
that does not wane
a pain humane
a silence
a sorrow
that is karbala
wont explain
a bleeding sand
in every grain
reflecting a name
ya hussain
ya hussain
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