3 Little Girls Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 3 sisters in prams 3 little girls one with a fringe one straight flat hair one with curls two awake one asleep love unfurls.. sweetening swirls..
Racists Poets Society Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Mumbai is embedded in my living soul carter road a watering hole that gives pictures to this pictorial mole to show you shivas eye at work is my goal
someone told me a walker at the promenade you shoot differently yes I do but not indifferently as I have no other place to shoot no other sites that I can loot it is my shop my home my morning walks at carter road that the same place with changing perspectives changing seasonal light I reshoot make it poetically possible no dispute a comment on poem hunter nothing but racist who cares a hoot like foster blaine allen james saywell ivan donne carsewell james foulk spencer morgan jr a rectal rhapsody vitriolic from their ass that shoots Stetson hats to big for them cowboy boots Unpoetic savagery they recruit racist poets society in cahoot
Water Water Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 These are two young pretty girls that come to collect water from the sprinklers of the carter road promenade.. the watchman allows them this liberty as water is scarce in parts of Slumbai too.. Slum + Mumbai . And Carter Road is the opulent side of Bandra the Queen of the Suburbs..
a sea overflowing water simple lives not a litre nor a quarter in november in mumbai tempers getting hotter a girl child no one but two hope of some mother unborn as a daughter to be sent to the slaughter a masculine god that forgot her Time her Fate will choke and smother .. lets carry on living fuck why bother?
A thought by a twit .. A candle in the wind unlit Curse the darkness By a snipers bullet get hit Swallowing your own spit A dimwit To wit Angelina Jolie Mrs Bad Pit In Mumbai Yet to be given a clean chit
sweet seminal mornings at carter road Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 wise donkeys of carter road on the divider their earthly abode they watch kids speeding..in deathly mode on the other side of my picture the cops their presence no fear of god to goad bowels emptying out on a natural sea side commode walkers and joggers often slowed their cars from no parking zones are towed across the mangroves a temple of Ganpati divinity bestowed no toilets here just moth eaten deliriously dying palms unbowed college kids making fierce love on benches placed in memory of a dandona or a dead and departed mother an elegy and a poetic ode lovemaking in parts a socially acceptable health code babes in Burkha with their guys from rizvi college sexually explode .. reverberations on their principals ears don’t implode an arrow headed titan cock clothes drying unwashed stains bursting another splurt to unload early sweet seminal mornings at carter road
a cybernetic special friend Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 early morning under the lamp post reading vernacular news … carter road seaside fishy smell color and hues she gets angry blows her fuse uptight emotions no excuse .. her silence i wont refuse a cybernetic special friend i don’t want to lose
washing clothes in public Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The migrant watchmen staying at carter road buildings come to the sea front and do their stuff in the mangroves ..wash their clothes bathe and this is a daily regimen that I shot ..and it is a peaceful picture ..
Bathing time at Carter Road In guttered waters they wash their clothes Rinse soak tumble, dry their clothes Shadows on their bodies Their poverty shows Living life coming to blows Their privations on my film expose What remains in words compose All that is golden.. seldom glows Peace tranquility.. a bit of prose
bleeding misleading misery of your poetic silence captured in my voice box my destiny interlinked to more despair that i cant outfox keys of hope dangling round my neck searching for safety locks once she a goddess gave me water that turned to wine soon into an elixir of hemlock poisoned but with your love my fate unlocks soaked drenched shivering searching for dry dock falling in love is showing true flashy feathers a conceited peacock. Internet time on your heart unclocks
Triplets At Carter Road Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 A parental pride that says We two and our three Nora, Sara Afra Triplets A unit Of a single Loving and caring family I shot them earlier too Only to realize there was no film In my camera a pictorial tragedy I did not have their phone number Address or contact you see And one day I met them At Carter Road Promenade To shoot them. Once more This time film in my camera Me and my poetic pictorial spree I present you Ameer Sheikh and his family
Howlin told me take flour Knead it mould it in the shape Of your enemy inscribe his name Cut the head of a black cock sprinkle blood spit 6 times cursing the soul of your enemy than urinate on it for better results mix it with dog feces than dig a hole place the effigy in it place a cross on top upside down recite the verses for the dead.. your enemy will disappear I tried this a week back, , , The results are astonishing Thank you Howlin Dervesh Ayn
Ganesh Visarjan Juhu Beach 2007 Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 My wife was quite upset when I told her this afternoon that I was going to shoot the 7 th day Immersion of the Ganesha at Juhu beach. The reason is I have a wound on my leg and due to my diabetes she does not like me taking chances and my sheer defiance. So I went to my shop , and carried my raincoat and umbrella as it is raining since morning.I left for Juhu, shooting pictures, this was my first shot, here I want to convey to you how Lord Ganesha binds them all big and small in his own way, see each face, the importance of Ganpati Bappa Morya..Only the Elephant God can create this magic and here the family that hosted the Lord for seven days are now come here to bid him farewell, he will ride on the crest of waves and return next year...there will be a last Arti, prayers on the beach..and happinessand sadness too... I do not shoot Ganpati but human emotions ..human frailties human godliness.. Yes I begin this se…
The chant rends the Cosmic consciousness of the mind Lord Ganesha son of Shiva and Parvati "he is both the beginning of the religion and the meeting ground for all hindus." a thought entwined destroyer of selfishness vanity and pride unwinds the elephant headed god god of wisdom education and wealth and kind lord of success destroyer of evil and obstacles to his devotees bind buddhi riddhi siddhi consorts of his omnipresence remind ohmkara aum is his form the lover of all mankind your abode the mulhadra chakra within our human souls confined
Poetry is not what it used to be Poetry of love melancholy Poetry of hope humanity Poetry today is a whore Spreading her legs Wantonly Sex sans sensuality Poets are not what they used to be Pimps prostituting poetry Soliciting comments Soliciting votes 1 to 10 You rate mine I rate yours Falling into an abyss of triviality Comments on your poems Are not what they used to be No appreciation no constructive clarity Comments hate filled to bugger your ass Without any reservations or formality I have disabled comments your Footnotes no part of my immortality As a poet I am what I am You have no right to tell me How to write my poetry I cannot and will not write Like Trade Martin Frank Ryan James jr Jefferson Carter David Hazzle Micheal Shepherd Elysabeth Faslund Ted Sheridan Gregory Collins I write for my self not for posterity Fred Gold Aldo Krass Other poets Poetic equality Racism in Poetry Is not part of Mor…
Presuming you are a poet at poem hunter Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Presuming you are a poet at poem hunter You read a poem you don’t like the poem so you bludgeon the poet kick him hard on the shin smash his face make him bite the dust.. Presuming you are a poet at poem hunter You read a poem of a lady poet you don’t like The poem, so you rape her sodomize her Rub her face to the ground.. Presuming you are a poet at poem hunter You need to see a shrink get yourself Institutionalized you are a danger to a Dead Poets Society too.. Your upbringing questionable Cancerous hate running through and through Your body that as a comment you spew You ignoramus son of a bitch Even time and tide won’t forgive you