Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poets Are Born Losers in Love

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tried and found guilty as charged...?

like a mad bull into
the porcelain pillars
of your heart i barged
your silence
your anger
your speechlessness
my soul recharged
now you have the
upper hand
you win
from the
bower of your
spectral light
a poet dismissed
discharged

a picture captured
as poetry
but cannot
be enlarged

Forgive Me I Have Sinned

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following her
shadow
like a canine
to possess her
in the
caverns
of my desolate
heart
i pine
every time
i come online
she belongs
to my poetry
but she is
not mine
my hopes
barefeet
on a decline
only love
can make
water
into wine
a damsel divine
approachable
after nine
her deadline
she is coy
she is feline
adding
missing
words
to my poems
lifeline

This was a poem I wrote called Love Online a long time back before I became a victim of my delusions and lost illusions

updated
27 April 2010

she wears a mask
a poetess benign
it is her silence
that kills mine
speechless
pursued
by this
poet swine
like a speck
of dust
i kiss her
hemline
as she tramples
my soul
walking
barefeet
on my spine
Cleopatra like
serene divine
a sphinx
almost a shrine
older than history
her bloodline
very feline
like a creeper
to her destiny
i am entwined

the path
to her
heartless heart
i still cant find
yes cosmic
love has made
me blind
a karmic passion
swift streamlined
online love
spectral light
kissing
the shadow
of her neckline

forgive me
i have sinned
i took you for
granted
my fate
quartered
slaughtered
pinned
the flesh
was willing
the soul
thick skinned
from afar
cupid grinned
a broken arrow
my ass skinned
one sided
online love
caught
in a cross wind

The Birth Of A Hijra

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he may have been
a beautiful boy
is all i can say
games
the other boys
were famous for
he did not play
perhaps
he liked
his sisters doll
as it came his way
or his sisters dresses
that he envied
secretly tried
them each day
the birth of the hijra
a game replayed
leaving his home
changing his destiny
the hijra became a
nubile goddess
on her dainty feet
dancing away
on the edge
of a razor blade
doing ballet
body made
of honey
feet made
of clay
new lovers
new hopes
dawned
where she
stayed
under the bough
of moonlight night
love that
they made
every night
she cries
to god
she prays
when old age
will come
destroying
her beauty
like a deathly
sting ray

one of the reasons
why the hijras
do not celebrate
their birthday

A Shia Bloggers Back

I had scourged severely , I had used the sword too, but they pulled it from my hand thereby accidentally cutting my tendon , I thought it was a small cut but the next day on my way to Mumbai in the train it turned gangrenous , blue my blood sugar was 500 and from that day I became insulin independent , luckily I did not have to amputate my right hand ..

My right hand is completely damaged , now in the shape of a cobras hood , that has however endeared me to the Naga Sadhu and My Naga Guru Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada and an Islamic scholar too.


I type with one finger and all my blogs are the gift of an index finger of the damaged right hand.

Well Its True I Shoot Hijras

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well its true
i shoot hijras
all colors and hue
even those
that are
monochromatic
but few
into the gallery
of their angst
i give
you a ring side view
the mutative hijra
all glossy brand new
the fucked nest of humanity
he flew borrowed wings
of a female angel
its true
the hjjra
blood muscles sinew
waiting to be accepted
by sanctimonious
society
in a long queue
like a lost illusion
in a garden of eden
between man woman
he grew

Dheere Dheere Bol Koie Sun Na Le

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darling
mera nam
hai mona
main teri kismet
main aiee hoon
ban ke khilona
na aurat
na mard
the missing
tikona
main hoon
takia
bistar gilaf
bhichona
no menstrual
machinations
no bacche kacche
no rona dhona
ab rootho mat
jaldi se
mere jism
ki ag bujha dona
jalti hoon main
ankhen malti
hoon main
black magic
woman
jadu tona
mujhse shadi
karoge
shayar saab
jaldi bolo na
kapde utaro
hosh sambhalo
jo hona he hona
meri kismet
ki suee ko
dhage se pirona



I have written this between two chats..and I got this message in Flickr inbox

A Note to my Favorite Poet


I continue to look at your work daily, I do so enjoy it. In particular however I must thank you for opening my world to include the Hijra. Several of your pictures with those magnificent people as object of your photography moved me very, very deeply, as well as emotionally. Thank you again.

Terre

Mardon Ne Janam Diye Hijdon Ko

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hijdon ne unhe barbad kiya
jab chaha sar pe chada diya
jab chaha unhe abad kiya
aurat bankar aurat ka pyar diya

The Hijra Is Not a Religious Bigot

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he does not
wear a belt
of bombs
round
his waist
he doe not
blow up
mosques
a thought
in spiritual
bad taste
the religion
of hating
humanity
peace and
brotherhood
he has not
embraced
Islam
distorted
disfigured
by rogue
mullahs
whahbis
ahle hadeez
talibans
on his
heart and soul
he has not placed
hardships insults
humiliation
for loving
the shahenshah of peace
khwajah gharib nawaz
he has faced
from a cleric
called
mehraj rabbani
who has hurt the
sensibilities
the hospitality
of the Indian race
inciting hatred
inciting religious
hate with his
poison
the soul
of my country
he has
defaced
he should
be locked
up forever
or thrown out
bag and baggage
post haste
satyamave jayate
sarv dharm ek
to the world
we have
showcased
the hijra is human
unlike a rogue
cleric racist
two faced

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