Wednesday, August 1, 2007


profile photo xris

We have one thing in common we both are tagged tailor with the wrong spellings..I think commenting on Xris Talors post honed me as a poet of sorts..he along with el gekko and the woolongong pictorial mafia helped in my growth as a photo blogger this is humility laced with gratitude..we multi clored splotched ass indians dont forget a good deed done to us.. in our time of need.

My undistilled comment on his post.

Rainy days have a way of making me feel wet

It rains, it pours, the feeling of wetness

on my bed spread..

When she slithers down the best of me

in her fondness...

He raises his serpentined hood

after each and every caress...

And you can get wet on your boss’s desk

without needing to undress...

And the bosses wife is giving it to the gardener

Fuck life is a fuckin mess...

Who is doing it to whom this year

I wont even guess..

And tell them stop fucking around.

They all say yes.

And Xris when will the Buzznet Buzzboats feature the limited edition of my libidinous.. Mouth watering .. love poems.. life is too short

Why the Shia Wahhabis Hate Us Shias

Born of Shia parentage
They wahhabi tainted clone
They live in glass houses
Our houses stone
An evil homegrown
They want to do away with Azadari
They want to do away with Ghame Hussain
Shia Wahhabis products of a Unknown Zone
our rituals our 1400 year tradition of pain
they wish to dethrone
From within they destroy their own
This venomous poisonous variety of a reptile
We must sooner or later disown
Our black clothes the Pharaohs garments
Their violent drone ..
Hearing our chant of Ya Hussain
our blood our weeping they groan..
our Alam our Taboots our Zuljana our Zari
they bemoan
Saudi returned petrodollar pilfered souls
Will never leave us alone
Empty headed vessels
Starched souls of Satan overblown
Karbala and Ashura a contention bone
They should become 100%wahhabis
For our sins we don’t need to atone

Shah ast Hussain, Badshah ast Hussain,
Deen ast Hussain, Deen Panah ast Hussain,
Sar dad, na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,
Haqaa key binaey La ila ast Hussain

Engraved on the hearts of our souls
Words of Khwajah Ajmeri well known

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Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
This Elephant is really pissed , he has gone mad , as he was a regular visitor to my shop, and later in the night he came to entertain the disco revellers outside Seijo Resto Bar..His Mahout made good money.
But now the State Government has banned their entry into the city..They were used for advertisement promotions too..
Its a black day for Elephants

Sanjay Dutt..Lage Raho Munna Bhai

photo courtesy

I have known Sanju Baba as a kid, later I worked at Prachins the fashion store of Mr Nitin Manmohan where I designed his entire costumes for Chal Mere Bhai.. a Neha Art Nitin Manmohan production directed by Mr David Dhawan.
Sanju Baba is a victim of circumstances.He and Salman Khan are two actors who have always helped the needy the underdog and the downtrodden..
I wish these dark clouds move away , I wish that his Family becomes his pillar of strength in such trying times..This poem is my tribute to a good human soul..
Lage Raho Munna Bhai .. Gandhigiri Zindabad .

Under the countries laws
If you committed a crime
Got caught
The music you have to face
Whether you are politician’s son
A film star a rich man a poor man
You and no one else to blame
For the disgrace an act you cannot erase
The law will take its course in any case
You were old enough to realize
That you made a mistake
An your possession
Destroying all evidence to leave no trace
Along with you three innocent soul
For the sake of friendship
Jail terms brace
Six years for you the only saving grace
Your parents were exemplary nationalists
On their values your values base
Lage Raho Munna Bhai
Sanju Baba
Proceed to Supreme Court
To further fight your case
Whatever the final verdict
Your fate you have to embrace
Just in case
Judge Kode was Justice with a human face
Gregory Peck McKennas Gold
100 years acting a dream to chase
Taking your prison term
As a pilgrims Progress
To a Holy Place ..