My Phallic Pistolerro
a water gun
how disgusting
said someone
the lady with a pouted smile
cloistered brains of a nun.
a body part over rated
battle of the sexes was won
more powerful than any machine gun
fortified for its stand by Viagra
badly needed by everyone
hidden in sartorial upholstery
a hired brainwired gun
testicular terrapin
basking in the sun
a triangular pond
will swim
bob his head
drown and be done
stealthily sheepishly
move from her budoir
the start of another home run
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Splurting Semen in Defeat
We love
love
we love to cheat
we are full
we get hungry
what is not ours
we want to eat
deceit
we puke
we shit
we excrete
push our hot member
crumpled
flesh
on a back seat
smelling sweet
we compete
her body heat
we deplete
repeat and
retreat
smashing
our way
through
clitoral charisma
labial concrete
a wife at home
we fornicate libidinously
with the woman of the street
man
without
his manhood
incomplete
an errection
gift wrapped
in a winding sheet
splurting semen
in defeat.
Cut copy
Paste
Don’t Delete.
Love at loss
Hate as gross
On Our Fucked Lives
Balance Sheet
love
we love to cheat
we are full
we get hungry
what is not ours
we want to eat
deceit
we puke
we shit
we excrete
push our hot member
crumpled
flesh
on a back seat
smelling sweet
we compete
her body heat
we deplete
repeat and
retreat
smashing
our way
through
clitoral charisma
labial concrete
a wife at home
we fornicate libidinously
with the woman of the street
man
without
his manhood
incomplete
an errection
gift wrapped
in a winding sheet
splurting semen
in defeat.
Cut copy
Paste
Don’t Delete.
Love at loss
Hate as gross
On Our Fucked Lives
Balance Sheet
Masturbated Verbiage
Life is a stage
propped up as an actor
or dumped in a garbage
a click
i am on the wrong
webpage
online
they call it
coming of age
a parrot
cock eyed
in her gilded cage
a poker faced porn poet
also a pedestrian sage
overtime on the internet
no minimum wage
just her thoughts
my battered hopes
assuage
fires than within
the entrails of my groin enrage
seminal solidity ..
masturbated verbiage
genital stage
uncopulated in my minds eye
lies the sweeping sorrow
weeping tears thoughts engage for
the Saint of Homosexuals
Oscar Wilde
Aestheticism
Lord Alfred Douglas
Queensbury Boxing Laws
Reading Gaol
A Poetic Forum
Reminiscent of
the Victorian age
Devoid of testicular fortitude
Eunuch euphoria
A War they Wage
propped up as an actor
or dumped in a garbage
a click
i am on the wrong
webpage
online
they call it
coming of age
a parrot
cock eyed
in her gilded cage
a poker faced porn poet
also a pedestrian sage
overtime on the internet
no minimum wage
just her thoughts
my battered hopes
assuage
fires than within
the entrails of my groin enrage
seminal solidity ..
masturbated verbiage
genital stage
uncopulated in my minds eye
lies the sweeping sorrow
weeping tears thoughts engage for
the Saint of Homosexuals
Oscar Wilde
Aestheticism
Lord Alfred Douglas
Queensbury Boxing Laws
Reading Gaol
A Poetic Forum
Reminiscent of
the Victorian age
Devoid of testicular fortitude
Eunuch euphoria
A War they Wage
the irony of poetic brotherly love
When squeeze becomes a shove
hate betrayed by love
unwanted meaningless
comments down my throat they shove
a tirade poisonous poetic spam
characteristic of
strange brotherly love
intolerant of
a multi colored
hate thugs that
in a forum of debasement
are in hand and glove
no not tired men
and courtly love
a amateur porn poet
who writes about
unworking human
body parts
that they cant dispose of
a trade mark duly registered
hate more hate within a poem
that cannot be written off
A vulture
pretending
to be a dove
the irony
of brotherly poetic love
totally undeserving of
pretentious poetic cadre
enough is enough
hate betrayed by love
unwanted meaningless
comments down my throat they shove
a tirade poisonous poetic spam
characteristic of
strange brotherly love
intolerant of
a multi colored
hate thugs that
in a forum of debasement
are in hand and glove
no not tired men
and courtly love
a amateur porn poet
who writes about
unworking human
body parts
that they cant dispose of
a trade mark duly registered
hate more hate within a poem
that cannot be written off
A vulture
pretending
to be a dove
the irony
of brotherly poetic love
totally undeserving of
pretentious poetic cadre
enough is enough
Peace and War
A missing Peace
A childs leg
The Fruits of War
No football no running
The Gift of War
A bombed up house
Sorrowful Silence
A broken door
A bleak Future
Raw bleeding
Harsh Reality
Wounds of War
A childs leg
The Fruits of War
No football no running
The Gift of War
A bombed up house
Sorrowful Silence
A broken door
A bleak Future
Raw bleeding
Harsh Reality
Wounds of War
Trade Off..Amrikki Jehadi
Racism raises its ugly head
From a recycling bin
Sounds of masturbated
Hate some more poetic
Sin to trade in
Oh how they love
To take it in the mouth
While it hits the chin
Phallic storm in a teacup
Excuse the slip in
Weapons of mass destruction
Al Amrikki Jehad
A white man
Chequered scarf
More hate spin
Hidden in the forum of a dustbin
The great white hope
Pretending to be a jehadi
With a brown skin
The sound of a bazooka
At the dropp of a pin
All you need to do is sacrifice your
Penile headed foreskin
The great white poet messiah
Black and brown poets won’t let in
Hate as it spills
Out from within
With his ass
Balanced
On a circumcised
Swivel pin
Enjoying
The pleasrures
Of a eunuch
Artificial sin
Welcome hatreds next of kin
A Trade Mart..
There In
From a recycling bin
Sounds of masturbated
Hate some more poetic
Sin to trade in
Oh how they love
To take it in the mouth
While it hits the chin
Phallic storm in a teacup
Excuse the slip in
Weapons of mass destruction
Al Amrikki Jehad
A white man
Chequered scarf
More hate spin
Hidden in the forum of a dustbin
The great white hope
Pretending to be a jehadi
With a brown skin
The sound of a bazooka
At the dropp of a pin
All you need to do is sacrifice your
Penile headed foreskin
The great white poet messiah
Black and brown poets won’t let in
Hate as it spills
Out from within
With his ass
Balanced
On a circumcised
Swivel pin
Enjoying
The pleasrures
Of a eunuch
Artificial sin
Welcome hatreds next of kin
A Trade Mart..
There In
Thank you Eagle Hawk
Thank you
Eagle Hawk
Sometimes
Far more eloquently
In silence we talk
It’s when we open
Our duck faced mouth
That as humans we shock
Like ships on repair
On old memories we dock
Crumbling as sand
Once that was rock
Now turned to chalk
As desensitized poets
As demoralized poets
As disillusioned poets
As dehumanized poets
Our inherent hatred
On the Muse of our Poetry
Unlock
We conjurors of words
Wordsmiths of unworthy stock
Not only poetry
Our vindictive venomous
Viper like poison
Beneath empty
Hollow sounding words
Our alter ego we stalk
Not just Poetry
But the Soul of Poetry
We mock
Like Shepherds
Weeping poems
Over dying flocks
A haunted poet hunter’s house
The ghost of Alfred Hitchcock
Legless heartless hopeless soulless
On borrowed crutches we walk
Eagle Hawk
Sometimes
Far more eloquently
In silence we talk
It’s when we open
Our duck faced mouth
That as humans we shock
Like ships on repair
On old memories we dock
Crumbling as sand
Once that was rock
Now turned to chalk
As desensitized poets
As demoralized poets
As disillusioned poets
As dehumanized poets
Our inherent hatred
On the Muse of our Poetry
Unlock
We conjurors of words
Wordsmiths of unworthy stock
Not only poetry
Our vindictive venomous
Viper like poison
Beneath empty
Hollow sounding words
Our alter ego we stalk
Not just Poetry
But the Soul of Poetry
We mock
Like Shepherds
Weeping poems
Over dying flocks
A haunted poet hunter’s house
The ghost of Alfred Hitchcock
Legless heartless hopeless soulless
On borrowed crutches we walk
The Hijda Mujra Dancing Queens Rise And Fall
I was at the All India Hijda Sammelan, a conference of Hijdas Eunuchs Transgenders that had collected from all over the world , it was very tought getting entry here , I had a press card of Bandra Samachar, but the hard core Hijdas bodily threw me out, I was dressed in saffron, they thought I was a Tantric , so I stood outside the gates of the hall at Park Side Vikhroli.Intervention by a Times of India photographer Nitin Sonawane and meeting with the host Mr Santosh Shetty , a social crusader for Hjda rights got me the necessary permission .
I shot them from close quarters , some despised me, some looked at me in fear,hijdas dont like to be photographed..
The entire hall had delegations, from the country, all living together , the richer ones from abroad had their own special rooms like Priya from Singapore.
I was called by a senior white haired still gracefully aging Hijda, we started talking and she began opening herself to me, treating me like her brother, she offered me tea biscuits, shunning and shooing away the other Hijda who were gathering around us..within limited words I have tried to poetize her pain ..
She was the reigning Hijda Mujra Dancing Queen of Bhopal...
She had insisted that I do not shoot her pictures , I realised you dont need a camera to shoot androgynous amorphous pain..I thought this introduction was necessary this is a true story..Read on .
His parents had died
The only memory he could recall
He was bought up by his uncle’s family
He worked morning and night at the tea stall
He was fair skinned chubby cheeks kohl eyed
Slim feminine medium height not very tall
His aunt was issueless asthmatic with a sickly pall
In the nights of his loneliness began the assaults
Drunken uncle all over him pushing his member
Hardness that made his skin crawl bleeding
Night after night within these filthy four walls
Bites bruises all over his body on his
Broken doll of a body his uncle’s lust scrawled
His wages taken away his miserable fate he could not forestall
One night he ran away with a truck driver who was going to Nepal
Drugged he found himself in a tiny room
How did this befall?
He was sold to the hijdas after all
The birth of a hijda mujra dancing queen
His tender feet choreographing his pain
The silence and sorrow of a dancing hall
Now he has aged white hair wrinkled
Countenance Bhauchara Mata
And his prayer shawl
Looking after the pretty hijdas
More comely more metro sexual
more gifted and street smart
after all
reminiscences tears of lost
memories a gnawing pain
of his trodden childhood youth
at the all Indian hijda sammelan
this old hijda told me all
within the glistening drop of a tear
perched on her cheek
the Mujra Hijdas Dancing Queens
Rise and Fall
And I am already crying after having written this...
I shot them from close quarters , some despised me, some looked at me in fear,hijdas dont like to be photographed..
The entire hall had delegations, from the country, all living together , the richer ones from abroad had their own special rooms like Priya from Singapore.
I was called by a senior white haired still gracefully aging Hijda, we started talking and she began opening herself to me, treating me like her brother, she offered me tea biscuits, shunning and shooing away the other Hijda who were gathering around us..within limited words I have tried to poetize her pain ..
She was the reigning Hijda Mujra Dancing Queen of Bhopal...
She had insisted that I do not shoot her pictures , I realised you dont need a camera to shoot androgynous amorphous pain..I thought this introduction was necessary this is a true story..Read on .
His parents had died
The only memory he could recall
He was bought up by his uncle’s family
He worked morning and night at the tea stall
He was fair skinned chubby cheeks kohl eyed
Slim feminine medium height not very tall
His aunt was issueless asthmatic with a sickly pall
In the nights of his loneliness began the assaults
Drunken uncle all over him pushing his member
Hardness that made his skin crawl bleeding
Night after night within these filthy four walls
Bites bruises all over his body on his
Broken doll of a body his uncle’s lust scrawled
His wages taken away his miserable fate he could not forestall
One night he ran away with a truck driver who was going to Nepal
Drugged he found himself in a tiny room
How did this befall?
He was sold to the hijdas after all
The birth of a hijda mujra dancing queen
His tender feet choreographing his pain
The silence and sorrow of a dancing hall
Now he has aged white hair wrinkled
Countenance Bhauchara Mata
And his prayer shawl
Looking after the pretty hijdas
More comely more metro sexual
more gifted and street smart
after all
reminiscences tears of lost
memories a gnawing pain
of his trodden childhood youth
at the all Indian hijda sammelan
this old hijda told me all
within the glistening drop of a tear
perched on her cheek
the Mujra Hijdas Dancing Queens
Rise and Fall
And I am already crying after having written this...
Not For Sale
The Soul of Photograherno1 Not for sale
a hurt inbox in the heart of my email
words squandered in a jail
peace in pieces cant prevail
a praying mantis a dying male
when lovemaking does not fail
the sexual fragrance
of a female cat
a waving tail
when it does entail
or the loaded weightlessness
of a fornicating snail
or watery trumpetting
of a blue spermed whale
me on her furtive trail
dreamy eyed
thoughts derail
a silence
hidden in her veil
lips frost bitten and so pale
a summers night dream
my lifes wintered tale.
poetic sorrow and some detail
an errupted soul on a richter scale
within her lies my unholy grail.
the california quail a bird bewail
a hurt inbox in the heart of my email
words squandered in a jail
peace in pieces cant prevail
a praying mantis a dying male
when lovemaking does not fail
the sexual fragrance
of a female cat
a waving tail
when it does entail
or the loaded weightlessness
of a fornicating snail
or watery trumpetting
of a blue spermed whale
me on her furtive trail
dreamy eyed
thoughts derail
a silence
hidden in her veil
lips frost bitten and so pale
a summers night dream
my lifes wintered tale.
poetic sorrow and some detail
an errupted soul on a richter scale
within her lies my unholy grail.
the california quail a bird bewail
Skull Rules
Skull rules
over dog assed fools
studious cocks
cramming slamming
in vaginal schools
break their heads
foreheads like mules
unfinished homework
punishment
standing on clitoral stools
synchronised diving
in the depths
sins of her
swimming pool
over dog assed fools
studious cocks
cramming slamming
in vaginal schools
break their heads
foreheads like mules
unfinished homework
punishment
standing on clitoral stools
synchronised diving
in the depths
sins of her
swimming pool
The Terrorist On a Mound
The Terrorist on a Mound
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
The Terrorist On a Mound
The Terrorist on a Mound
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
My Family Jewels 2
My family jewels
Hanging on the walls
And these jewels
Are quite different
From those that we
Call balls
My jewels
Untesticular
some big and some small
I wear them
A different one
Each day
my world
I do enthrall
hide them
from evil eye
with the drape
of my shawl
a silver spectre
her name
i recall
Hanging on the walls
And these jewels
Are quite different
From those that we
Call balls
My jewels
Untesticular
some big and some small
I wear them
A different one
Each day
my world
I do enthrall
hide them
from evil eye
with the drape
of my shawl
a silver spectre
her name
i recall
To Love Moon
photo courtesy http://tolovemoon.buzznet.com/user/profile/
to love a moon
i did try
till from the kitchen
i heard a child cry
i looked up at heavens
let out a sigh
why do i love mothers
love had no reply.
to love a moon
i did try
till from the kitchen
i heard a child cry
i looked up at heavens
let out a sigh
why do i love mothers
love had no reply.
Roostered Rhymster
First
she gave me hemlock
a shell shock
made
my tongue talk
a soul from
my body
unlock
shia thug
no more
a stumbling
block of a
schlock
roostered
rhymster
saviour
of a
styrian
cock .
Bird variety
to mock
she gave me hemlock
a shell shock
made
my tongue talk
a soul from
my body
unlock
shia thug
no more
a stumbling
block of a
schlock
roostered
rhymster
saviour
of a
styrian
cock .
Bird variety
to mock
afshaan
A rag head
to cover
my brains
before
they outspread
in a world where
hate is widespread
where man kills man
gods blood sheds
thorns
a post marital bed
a snake pit
waiting for me
when i am dead
worms
who will tear me
to shreds
a drop of a tear
from the eyes
of my spouse
afshaan
on my buried soul
from overhead
married to an
illusion
at the age of 14
instead
interwoven
to thesilence
of a thread
lyrical longings
wordless poems
unread
a body married
to a soul unwed
to cover
my brains
before
they outspread
in a world where
hate is widespread
where man kills man
gods blood sheds
thorns
a post marital bed
a snake pit
waiting for me
when i am dead
worms
who will tear me
to shreds
a drop of a tear
from the eyes
of my spouse
afshaan
on my buried soul
from overhead
married to an
illusion
at the age of 14
instead
interwoven
to thesilence
of a thread
lyrical longings
wordless poems
unread
a body married
to a soul unwed
Shia Thug A Terrorist In Love
Dangerous
Demented
Designer dude
A bubbly boy
In a birthday suit
In her unloved heart
Of a blog goddess of repute
my love imbued
a terrorist
Shia Thug
On a digital disaster route
unfurling words
Poetry
in pursuit
Clinging to
her apron
like a parachute
bomb blasting
rationed internet hours
little kitty
as she mews
a terrorist attack
deaf dumb and mute
pouted silver
chromed lips
dreams of a duet.
a beggared
braggart
Peace
A sorrowful
song
on
an
Indian flute
Demented
Designer dude
A bubbly boy
In a birthday suit
In her unloved heart
Of a blog goddess of repute
my love imbued
a terrorist
Shia Thug
On a digital disaster route
unfurling words
Poetry
in pursuit
Clinging to
her apron
like a parachute
bomb blasting
rationed internet hours
little kitty
as she mews
a terrorist attack
deaf dumb and mute
pouted silver
chromed lips
dreams of a duet.
a beggared
braggart
Peace
A sorrowful
song
on
an
Indian flute
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