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The Beauty and the Hag – 15 viewsOnce upon a time
said the hag
i was there
ravishing
beautiful and fair
my bosom a
bright eyed pair
my attitude
never may care
i was falling in love
falling out of love
i swear
i was a diva
beyond compare
today i
sarlabai have aged
like a tear stained tree
in autumn all bare
my silvery tinsel dreams
turned to nightmare
with my wrinkled woes
the world of beauty
i scare
i beg on trains
on stations
me
a broken earthenware
i plead to god to call
me away from this
paper thin
world of hate
everywhere
but god is asleep
somewhere
no time to hear my plea
or my prayer
oh god
how can you be so unfair
next to her sat beauty
with her usurped crown
travelling
to meet her debonair
some crafty
marwari millionaire
both beauty and the hag
their wailing womanhood
to share
while i the
photographer poet
pedestrian philospher
with this capture
a metaphoric
imagery
tragedy
of womanly
wisdom
declare
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Man a Pretender – 15 viewsman a parcel
returned to sender
hidden behind
a blanket
ambiguous gender
a buyer also vendor
a borrower also a lender
a victim also an offender
a miser a vey big spender
a defiance a silent surrender
man in the shadow of god
with hopes so slender
man aping god what a pretender
May 10th, 2007
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Tortured Motherhood – 22 viewstortured motherhood
weeping in vain ..
throttled hopes
a womans domain
pain as nirvana
a child to maintain
her man
he came under
the wheels of a train
sleeping with porters
two lives to sustain
doomed drudgery
bruised words
cant explain
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indian muslim woman – 15 viewsstranded
branded
faceless
traceless
no hope
no scope
ebb and flow
where to go
darkness
starkness
more or less
ruderless
palmed of at young age
enbalmed to old age
much she has under gone
searching for a new dawn
her bad luck no good luck spawn
all hope withdrawn
where life has gone
dark clouds thunder storms and rain
emotionless river tumultously drain
banks weeping tears
tears of pain
at the station
waiting for the next train
a covenant
of bleeding womanhood
was it all in vain
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The Beggar Child – 14 viewsa beggar child
watches
with confusion
in his eyes
he will grow up
become
the foreground
man
his future compromise
making promises breaking promises
with ribboned gift packed lies
yes man is nothing but
a dormant devil in disguise
trampling the earth he lives on
making gaping holes in the skies
oh if only god could let me be a child
otherwise ...
to become man a very heavy price
i realise
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The Presidential Wink Bush Poetry – 53 viewsOverstepping the royal mark
an armour some chink
Thank Lord said the Queen
The Presidential Wink
was a not a Neck Massage
just a Blink yes it did
cause a political stink
making her regal visage turn pink
but the President
retorted
“gave me a look that only a mother could give a child.”
Bushism I think
I am the black sheep of the Family
he gave another wink
Buckingham Palace
The White House
now closely hyperlink.
State dinner with the Queen
White tie Tails toast and a drink..
May 9th, 2007
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A Muslim Womans Pain – 12 viewsIs she a Shia woman
Is she a Sunni woman
Did I need to ask her
Who is she ?
A Womans bane
That she is a woman
In a sectarian Islam
A Muslims woman’s
Universal pain
A male dominated
A mullah dominated
Society
To which she is chained
A pain from time immemorial
Self contained
Her Hijab her vulnerability
Her protective armour
Uncomplained
On the roads
Begging life unsustained
Ya Allah
Ya Maulah mushkil kusha
laailaha illallah
A Muslim woman s life
Unexplained
They who close their eyes
Mock pictorial evidence
In their Fatwa reign
It’s a mans world
No man is humane
Woman a commodity
Woman a chattel
A Muslim Woman’s pain
May 8th, 2007
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This is Uttar Pradesh – 14 viewspolitical bulls running wild
poor man at deaths gate
this is uttar pradesh
slogans more slogans
banners more banners
banners streets decorate
this is uttar pradesh
a wrestling ring
political dao pech
this state a
mulayam sing yadav create
gautam buddha dalit power
babasaheb ambedakar
madam mayawati
to take the reigns of power await
lucknow mr atal bihari bajpais
constituency capital of this state
young metrosexual netas
gyrate ..dashing like father like son
an amazing trait
nitihari cannibalism
degrade ..
this is uttar pradesh
the shias the sunnis
a religious bomb
waiting to detonate
muslims love killing muslims
as they demonstrate
one allah one holy prophet
one holy koran
still so much hate
this is uttar pradesh
amitabh bachchan
brand manager
his father
harvanshji
long live
poet laureate
nehrujis legacy
as it vegatates
searching to find
someone to nominate
my tryst with destiny
that still permeates
most important mantra
our kids educate
our heitage
thus no one can humiliate
but making money
in politics
self aggarndization
life deteriorate
no proper party
that can administrate
bring back the golden days
the mouth salivates
this is uttar pradesh
my birthright as a UP born
I dont fabricate
to mumbai
my father did emigerate
my karm bhumi
luckily is maharashtra
not uttar pradesh
mee mumbaikar
a thought that
does not manipulate
we who as indians
must love to tolerate
attaching
properties
of painters
who love for Hinduism
always illustrates
the system sucks
petty court cases
moral brigades
the will of our great country
as it extortionates
the government
watches does nothing
as the spirit emasculates
says the writing on the walls
wake up or the will of the people
abdicate
I talk of India
not just uttar pradesh.
I shot this picture at Chowk Lucknow during Ashura..maybe my poetic words exaggerate..but a though that is never to late…a good system that does not suck reinstate..
May 7th, 2007
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Enemies of Shiasm are enemies of Humanity – 10 viewsimage courtesy
google images
They call us kafirs
They call us heretics
They call us raffidis
They call us by all
Kinds of denigrating names
With our thoughts
They disagree
We are Shia born
We will Shia die
Even after death
We will Shia be
We lovers of
Allah
Rasool
Ahle bait
Karbala
Our lesson in history
Yes call us by any name
We are Shias
Shias we wll be
Ya Hussain
Our destiny
Yazidiyat
By any other name
Is Yazidiyat you see
Under the banner
Of Hussainiyat
Only Shias you will see
You should not be
Shocked or surprised
We are Shias born to
Shed tears by a Holy Decree
Maksade Fatima
We are branches
Of such a tree
We love the Holy Progeny
Maksade Hussain
Ghame Hussain
Azadari E Hussain
What makes us Shia
Now you can see
Come Moharam
Even in little
Childrens eyes
Only Karbala
You will see
Enemies of Shiasm
Are enemies of Humanity
I read some real disparaging words against Shiasm , I think sites that propagate Hate towards any community shuld be completely blocked on the Internet, some Iternet policing is very important at an early stage…These are sites that fuel Hate , sectarian violence ,hate for a particular Nationaly, hate for India and Indians specially Muslim Indians,site that are funded by a certan Islamic or perhaps UnIslamic school of thought with abundance of petro dollars at stake..very soon the dirt will find its way on their doorsteps too..
May 7th, 2007
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Power Failure – 18 viewsconstant power failure
short circuit life gone
to seed ..scorched tears
dry hopes a one way street
yes my words poetry to you
wearied words
wounded words
worrisome words
worsened words
words that bleed
yes the
rich
the corrupt
the vane
call me a serpent seed
agreed I am poor
hopes my greed
a better today
no cryptic tomorrow
is what I need
my tattered dreams
that say in whispers
we follow just lead
good times
touch me not
look the other way
just speed
as I walk the streets
watching the pigeons
paper pellets
I feed
Yes I was born man
to be mocked
shocked pitied
an androgynous god
away
now living among
the rich indeed
a poor mans god
not yet decreed
adam and eve
we suffer
for their misdeed
a messiah crucified
as he disagreed
the system sucks
as we plead
our destiny
written on water
prophesied
refracted tragedy
that we misread
This was a man a very hopless case at Chowk Lucknow, I did not notice the electrical power board the frst time I shot it, I wanted to title it simply street poetry.
but today even poetry is going through a power failure..
I moved away from poem hunter , as mere words written by me would be just a skeletal structure , the photo-flesh added to this metaphoric entity becomes my picture poetry.
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The Crucified Muslim Cap – 16 viewstoday wearing a muslim cap
is a handicap
you are targetted
before you are proved guilty
encouner dead or alive
another mishap
take you
to haunted bungalows
it is not criminals
but policemen who kidnap
poison rape burn your body
a winding sheet
blood stained
your body wrap
the right wingers call
it glorifying the criminal
as indian muslims
a kick on our kneecaps
we have to
prove our nationalism
before the next encounter
before they entrap
the actual criminal
the actual metrosexual terrorist
million light years away
as the system takes a nap
our bodies merely
burlap that you can
kick hit or slap
nero plays
the violin
orchestrated symphny
as it unwraps
the world saluting
the ethnic cleansing
by a madcap
Whatever the Truth, of the recent fake encounter killings , the security agencies and the judiciary must get to the core of it..to get back the confidence of the aam janta , Hindu Muslims all of us.We expect much from a hand..it should heal more than anything..mere slogans is not enough for a mans troubled soul.
Picture was shot the way I saw it at Jamma Masjid Delhi, I just tweaked it a bit,,,
May 5th, 2007
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Fake Encounters In Gandhiland – 17 viewsimage courtesy
They ask
Husband and wife
To get off the bus
The wife makes
A fuss
The man
Is killed
In a fake encounter
The woman
It is alleged
Raped to
Appease the
Policeman’s lust
Poisoned
Murdered
To quench
Their thirst
Even if they were
Criminals
Was this a must?
Is this Just ?
If not the police man
If not the government
If not God
In whom do we trust?
Sohrabuddin Kauserbi
Bite the Dust
The conscience
Of the moral brigade
The conscience
Of the city fathers
The conscience
Of the social system
Chalta hai attitude
Baki nonplussed
I write this ‘
In Disgust
It will be ages
Before we adjust
Justice is blindfolded
So is the system
To whom our lives
We entrust
further read
Gujarat fake kills: Will truth emerge?
Fake encounter: how Sohrabuddin Sheikh was killed
The journalist who cracked Gujarat fake encounter case
May 3rd, 2007
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