Photographerno1

Friday, June 2, 2017

I shoot garbage as Fine Art






a poem for my Flickr
friend Felip 1 i start
why do I shoot garbage
who will shoot it after i
depart a thought that
saddens me breaks my
heart tell me in your city
do they litter throw garbage
like this or they use a garbage
bin or cart ..

our garbage is an artistic
exploration into the soul of
Man his failings his warts
a journey he must chart

my local representatives
who were elected with our
votes will never see this
its worse than Cupids
poisonous dart ,,
hands folded with slimy
smiles they will come when
their term gets over Bandra
Queen of The Suburbs their
sweetheart ..they hardly care a fart
disillusioned democracy the system
like a computer needs a restart



My Cosmic Rings






My fate is linked to my
cosmic rings to a layman
it means nothing to a mystic
emphatically good luck brings
a whirling dervesh sings

Living and the Dead



Muslim beggar on a mound
a few feet above the ground
beneath her feet is a grave
a body lying safe sound
living and dead bound
i found..her head with
thorns crowned
fate unstopping
loves to pound
color of pain
urban brown

#covfefe




You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die
Goodbye

#covfefe




You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die
Goodbye

I shoot eyes




I shoot eyes slits in the soul of a vestal garb people despise i seek poetry passion pathos a moment called paradise

The Accidental Model




My Guru late Mr KG Maheshwari shot this picture I dont know what was on his mind , he was considerate kind a model like me is hard to find

The Accidental Model




My Guru late Mr KG Maheshwari shot this picture I dont know what was on his mind , he was considerate kind a model like me is hard to find

On Twitter I Grew






I started my day at Facebook Retching Vomiting could not take the racial spew So over the cuckoos nest I flew ,, On I grew

The Strolling Stone
















I am less adventurous
than I was a born rebel
without a cause luckily
I have no boss a rolling
stone learning to gather
moss off course

The Real Me




You Never Knew
It looked like you
hate you need
not have spewed
Beauty is skin deep
What am I
Muslim or Hindu
No clue

But because
I was one of
these you
Withdrew

over the nest
of your un intelligence
I flew
a bolt of poetry
from the blue

GSB Seva Mandal King Circle Dedicated To Late Mr Dinesh Pai

Its been a year since I left Facebook




a long
very long
sabbatical
i took
most of
my time
spent on
Twitter
pimping
my photography
online coffee table
book .. my corner
of 140 words my
homily nook
maybe it was
the woman who
loved me on
Facebook
had me complexly
hooked ever since
she left me i changed
my sartorial outlook
luckily i am just a
visual storyteller
not a media crook
Twitter my watering
hole my brook