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Lord Ganesha and Tantrism

Lord Ganesha and Tantrism
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 article courtesy
ganapati.club.fr/anglais/aculte.html

Tantra is (it would be more precise to tell "are"), form a set of texts which have been elaborated during past centuries; important ones are nearly one thousand years old. The word Tantra comes from the sanskrit root "trayati" which means to release, to disengage. Accordingly, the Tantra ultimate target is to free human beings from their limitations.

Tantrisme includes a set of methods, even we can say accurate methods, which aim at getting a transmutation of the energies at work in the human being.

Let us explain.

The Yogi experiment (this exactly means that we don't speak about any belief, therefore it is not a religious postulate) that the human being is composed of several "levels", from the coarsest (the physical body) to the most subtle.

These levels, or layers, are named kosha in sanskrit. We don't intend to discuss he…

I am a Natural Born Poet

I am a Natural Born Poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2006/08/Foetus060806_429x600.jpg

My father wrote the first few lines in seminal ink
On my mothers homepage page me a poem a hyperlink
Natural born poet fathered by a poet don’t you think
Umbilical cord connected to god the greater poet
Words wordlessness poems pictures all in sync
Manacled chains on my feet of humilty as they clink
I am not an educated tutored poet on the brink
Hate their only agenda needs a rethink
Dark colored this poets posterior that pretends
Its also pink
Perhaps our shit differ yours
More furry fluffier like American mink
Mine well its loose motions on a blink
Verbal Diahorrea with no stink
Humpty Dumpty radio link
Some of you hate filled guys
Can take the email address of my shrink
Every human armour has a chink
Think Presumptuous Piss Ass Pompous Poet Think

Thus Spake Yoonus Peerbocus Death and Birth

Thus Spake Yoonus Peerbocus Death and Birth
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 But death is as painful
As the pang of birth.”

Yoonus Peerbocus


Re choes into the wilderness of mans heart
death and birth
man who dreams of a home in heaven
while he kills to create a hell on earth
Life just a stray drop of semen
For all its worth
Wisdom tyres on a fat belly
Measured as girth
love and hate
foredoomed
to a spiritual rebirth

Good Bad and the Ugly man

Good Bad and the Ugly man
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Photo courtesy
© Glenn M. Losack
glennlosackmd.com


Made by God mocked by man
On the soul of a human consciousness
lay this man
Begging from another man
Some disgusted sick
They said walked away
The pathetic condition
Dignity down trodden
Prayed this man
Like a dog in a mans soul
Falling prey to a fate of man
Man mocking the blunt
Heartless creativity of a God
Who to kill time made
the beggar man
In one single blow killed
The will of man
A God blindfolded
Playing hide and seek
A God in the image of man
Man a sperm of a thought
Changing the course of gods destiny
Man the coward
Man the superman
Man the god man
Good Bad and the Ugly man
shot by an American photographer
Glenn Losack
a heart and a soul of an Indian man

Cry of a Headless Chicken

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it
Martin Luther King Jr

It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important
Martin Luther King Jr


We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools
Martin Luther King Jr

Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.

Martin Luther King Jr
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

Martin Luther King Jr.,



Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
Martin Luther King Jr




American racist fascist poet
On the stalk a mugger on the move
Brown skinned Brother Beware
His knuckle…

When will all this stop?

When will all this stop?
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy CNN-IBN

40 killed in Hyderabad blasts
Bomb rips apart popular park and eatery.
timesofindia.indiatimes.com/42_killed_50_injured_in_Hyder...
HYDERABAD: At least 42 people, including five women and seven students, have been killed and 50 injured in two explosions at a crowded park and a popular eatery in Hyderabad on Saturday evening, three months after the Mecca Masjid blasts.

The week-end outing at the popular Gokul Chat shop at Kothi locality turned into a tragedy when a deafening explosion ripped through it killing 32 people and wounding 21, police said on Sunday.

Five minutes earlier, 10 people, most of them from outside the state, were killed and 29 injured in another blast in an open air auditorium in Lumbini Park near the state secretariat in the heart of the city when a laser show was underway, they said.

The blast at the auditorium, where 500 people were present, was so powerful that some bodies…

TRADERS OF POETIC HATE

TRADERS OF POETIC HATE
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 White man hates to hear anybody, especially a black man, talk about the crime that the white man perpetrated on the black man. But let me remind you that when the white man came into this country, he certainly wasn’t demonstrating non-violence.
malcolm X, Autobiography of malcolm x
US black nationalist leader (1925 - 1965)


I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I'm a human being, first and foremost, and as such I'm for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole."
Malcolm x

"Early in life I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise."

You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

Malcolm X, Malcolm X Speaks, 1965
“I don't even call it violence when it's in self defense; I call it intelligence”
Malcolm X quote


"I believe in the brotherhood of …

one sided love for a blog goddess

one sided love for a blog goddess
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 said the fawn colored deer

to the Indian leopard

who would not hear

why do you hate me ,


its not clear

so far so near ..

love like a

rainbow behind clouds disappear

yes give it to me one more time

my fermented emotions mock and jeer

close your eyes impregnate my silence

with your spear

enjoin unlike souls and adhere

for you all that is mine is yours

i volunteer .. she , head bent dropped a tear

sorrow the shape in a sphere

love that bled , raped cannibalised

doe eyed imprisoned in her fear

one sided love for a blog goddess

my madness without any frontier.





Posted on 08/11/2006 3:28 AM

who cares a fuck

who cares a fuck
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 man asleep on the road

life does suck

other men pass him by

who cares a fuck..

we all have our committments

we all are stuck...

man good bad or ugly

just a sitting duck

god showers

on his head more misfortunes

some good fucked luck..

man a lotus

born to a muck.




Posted on 08/11/2006 2:56 AM Buzz

paradoxical paroxysms of sleep

paradoxical paroxysms of sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 man a commodity buy and sell

very cheap no after sales service

breaks down buy another one the price not so steep

all models standing, shitting, sleeping

fornicating, defacating , all available at lifes toy store

very very cheap, bargain offer buy one and two you can keep.

man asleep well he has a window opening into a dream world to peep

two legged creature and a four legged leap ..the dust of his destiny he will sweep

what is not his , he will covet and keep..

if you reprimand him crocodile tears he will weep..

paradoxical paroxysms of sleep ...

as you sow so shall you reap...

man a mountain a molehill

on a garbage a heap.




Posted on 08/11/2006 2:36 AM

Reflected Soul

Reflected Soul
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photographerno1

reflected soul

in a bloggers paradise

an uncherished ass hole

wisdom grilled

on a dry charcoal

indigenous love

crucified upside down

american

totem pole

a part apart

from her whole

tenderfooted

barerfeet

walking

stalking

her terrible door

bewailing silence

a soundless goal

shoal of fished out words

on her heart unroll

petcocked poetry

divine interpretation

of an indian mole.



Posted on 08/10/2006 11:02 PM

Born at Buzznet Died at Sulekha .com

Born at Buzznet Died at Sulekha .com
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Dear Mr Krubashankarji

Associate Director

Sulekha Blogs

I just spoke to you on phone, it has been an experience blogging at Sulekhas, a sad and unkind one, and the treatment meted out to a part of my creativity a slap , being blocked without being given a valid reason.. though your calling me condoned that part of my humiliation.

I cannot change my creative form, its like asking a moon to shower sunlight, I am not distributing pamphlets of Hate, I am not saying my is bigger than yours , but yes I a million light years away from the oblivion that exists in the mind of an Indian blogger, its like clits tits and elephant dicks , I was not into porn.

I request you to delete my entire corpus of 600 posts all of them, yes Photographer no 1 born at Buzznet was murdered at Sulekhas..I wont say Jai Hind

A Hey Ram should suffice.

Wish you well, and please do inform those at Sulekha I did not run away.. but left on my…

The Traffic Signal Beggar Boy

The Traffic Signal Beggar Boy
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The traffic signal beggar boy

Turner road his kingdom ..to live

beg laugh and enjoy

my rickshah he halts

his sumptuous smile

bare bodied decoy...

a pictorial ploy

his parents drunks

play cards ..and he

all wily tricks employs..

an adult he is

no time for toys.

Right of Admission Reserved at Sulekha Blogs

Right of Admission Reserved at Sulekha Blogs
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 In the bizarre world of blogs

Right of admission reserved

For Indians and dogs

poetically farting frogs

on heart burning web logs

they say

Krubashankarji Bhai sahah

Your pictures are fantastic

We are impressed with your

passion for blogs

But your language spokes

That Indian holier than thou

Morality shocks

The agony of pretending

to be a genius ..

cultural policing

racial profiling

human defiling

menstrual machinations

toilet raging smogs

muffled cry at sulekhas

body post Brahmanic

snatching gollywogs.



I posted over 600 blogs from Buzznet to Sulekhas an Indian blog site , I am blocked , because my language is a bit razor sharp and cuts both ways.,.. they just want me to tone down my fuck words, a fucked head .. that inbreeds fuck words.

The little old Indian sanctimonious pussy pissed guys objected to my daring and baring..

Posted on 08/10/2006 8:16

Seminal Stains

Seminal Stains
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 How can you translate

Words in my brain

That weep of a pain

manacled chains

raw emotions

That bleed don’t wane

my thoughts insane

Trampling a grammar

Unpeeling and plain

words like tears that

Moisten like rain

On a web page of her

Unporous heart drain

watermarked

As seminal stains..

Through her pectoral

Valley s into the mound

Of her pubically

Glistening plains

a word within a word

a life time contains

the alpha the omega

archaeological remains

her silence woven

as musical strains

wordless lyrics

flowing as blood

from her heart

into my guttered veins..

Unlearning Poetry Dude

Unlearning Poetry Dude
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Two Bawas
A very unusual pair
both sporting techno type hair
one fashionista
bollywoods most wanted
designer wear
the other a Rafaee Master
beyond compare
at Char Yar Gaddi Nashin
Noubat Ali Babas spiritual lair
the body piercing instruments
could easily give you a scare
but this is the Rafaee Art
that they on Chatti do share
eye balls from eyes they tear
cutting tongues
while you glass eyed stare
one way road to spirituality
absolutely no thoroughfare
invoking the name
Ali Moulah Ali Moulah
Man Kunto Ali Moulah
incantation as prayer
Qawwali as fanfare
Bawagiri they declare
their Murids everywhere
this happens only in India
where misers become millionaire
ministers on diplomatic
passports human trafficking
political parties new nightmare
if you grease the proper hands
before examinations
you will get your questionnaire
cigarette smoking is injurious to health
whether a beedi wills or foursquare
gutka well that too adds to despair
vintage anil dharker me…

The Omnisexual Terrorist

The Omnisexual Terrorist
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 He is cleverer than the Cops

And in his nattiness and

computer savvy ness he tops

at Mark and Spencer’s and

Saville Row he shops

Unseen

Treacherous, behind a

Bandana and a mask

Journalist heads

on Al Jazeera he chops

he is the Omni sexual Terrorist

The World cannot stop

And he has bearded men

Jehadis , Mujhaihdeens

As Suicidal fodder

if his plan flops

Inspector Clousceau

Pink Panther

He watches non stop

All his weapons

Katyushas, Khaibar2,

RDX the

Super power

On his laps drop

Drugs

For arms he swaps

The Omni sexual Terrorist

A Rotten system

A Political

Caucas .

Hung on

Asymmetrical

Shoulders as props

misplaced martyrdom

misplaced martyrdom
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Deflowered tears in vain

overflowing as human pain

a sick heart thought less as a brain

a white hanky a blood stain

why did i not die

in the bomb blast on the train

at matunga more pain

Brahma and a karmic chain

dharma... unspouted

a kalyug that wont wane

some more pain

love bound entrain

rebound return ticket

retain

not so plain

a profit

a message

a loss

no gain..

Rdx an atomic rain

misplaced martyrdom

a futile jihad

crippled in a prismatic grain

allah ho akbar

a cry of peace

brotherhood

re echoing

from the dead

hari om

all

oh sweet jesus

mankind

a single blood group

inhumanely slain.

a muslim hand and a hindu head

a christian leg

now have nothing to complain

as a single entity

jannat

paradise

cosmic nirvana attain.

one country

one god

one man

a spirit

hindustani

remain

I had a Dream

I had a Dream
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I was asleep

I had a dream

I saw her lying curled

unflagged unfurled

as a message

email

in my inbox

at g mail

I turned pale

her words silent

musical notes and scale

a me as blind as a bat

read it as Braille

inner thoughts

I did unveil

she loves me not

she has a male

Adonis in her pelvic jail

me all frail

a raft like boat

hands for sail

crossing the Pacific

on her trail

I woke up

from a dreamy travail

a sorry end

to my fairy tale.