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A TAYLOR MADE I POT

A TAYLOR MADE I POT
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 KIND COURTESY

XRIS TAYLOR AND NAT



NEW KID ON THE BLOCK

SHE ALREADY KNOWS HOW TO TALK

FROM GODS PALACE IN HEAVEN

TO A TAYLOR MADE

HOME SHE WALKED

A PRESENT TO ALL AT BUZZNET

EYES THAT LOOK INTO

OUR SOULS UNSHOCKED

SO YOU ARE MY DAD BUDDIES

SHE MOCKED

A CRADLE

A FUTURE WELL ROCKED

XRIS CHANGING NAPPIES

CLEANING HER BABY BUTTOCKS

CRAZY FELLA

MINUS UNDEROOS

NEW JOB

LESS INTERKNITTING

JAW LOCKED



BABY I POD

NEWLY FROCKED

HAPPINESS TO ALL

NEAR AND DEAR

NAT HER FAMILY

XRIS HIS FAMILY

RIGHTLY DOCKED

BOLLYWOODS MOST WANTED UNCLE

DETOXED..



MY 1000 TH POEM AT POEM HUNTER.COM

Caught in a Net

Caught in a Net
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 a dove
lost its way
caught
in the net
precariously placed
in the temple of love
to mock its
feathered squeamishness
by god in the heavens above

Marc Steve Anthony Set My People Free

Marc Steve Anthony Set My People Free
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The Lord CyBrahma
Of google gradient seas
microsoft heavens
creator of man birds and bees
bellowed sonorously
Marc Steve Anthony
set my people free
let them go
the cybernetic
universe see ..
flicker their pouted asses
web shotted blasphemy
fotothing
my space orkut
no better Camelot
like Buzzed off net
online sharing and caring
for its freedom of speech
and maturity ..
let them go to sulekha blogs
pedagogic pederasty
of blogging that
beyond the eye cant see
confused muslims
hindus in hijabs
running around
bollywood filmy trees

ok there are problems
black screen of death
buzznet will be back shortly
comments not happening
but is this the reason for running
that you leave behind
as an escapist idealogy
what will we tell our childrens children
and the cybernetic posterity

all blog sites are harrowing hell holes
buzznet is an island
braving the onslaught
of rough seas ..
wake up Marc Steve Anthony
don’t let this…

Our Lady of the Poem Hunter Forum Mount

Our Lady of the Poem Hunter Forum Mount
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 She has a little child in her hand
Our lady of poem hunter forum mount
Her pages and pages of poetic misery on
Off season Trade discount
There is so much this mother mary
Wants to recount
From the narrows of her minds fount
Read today what you can read tomorrow
On poets individual retirement account

HUBCAP SHITHEAD

ALLAH HO AKBAR Muslims Love Killing Muslims

ALLAH HO AKBAR Muslims Love Killing Muslims
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 They say
The mosque is where Allah stays
I found he is in the heart
Where man prays

Earlier the mosque
A place of worship
Now they lob grenades
The pillars of faith rip
A new terror from
Sacred lips
Brotherhood of hate
And no friendship
Belted guns on the hips
A jihad that I see
my heart skips
cycle bombs
slippers
skull caps
human
blood drips
Mecca Medina
Karbala
holy places
one worships
now being terrorized
by cybernetic disaster
at finger tips
muslims love killing muslims
the glory and power of a crescent eclipse
why are we losing our grip….
Allah ho Akbar on our lips
Sectarian senselessness we must nip
We owe sanity
And good sense
Traditional values
to the
new generation
that must not trip
Rushing out from a micro chip

allah ho akbar is also a shia hating website
promoted by hate, powered by petro wahhabi dollars
to spite Muslims but in name with each other fight
kill maim shed blood Islamic ho…

The Crawford Market

The Crawford Market
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 as a kid it was here
that i fishes cats
from captains shop bought
captain is dead
a good man
impeccable on the dot
his brother nusrat
from whom turtles
tortoise i bought
is now busy with
his karjat plot
times have changed
my child hood is gone
the rose dies
but leaves behind a thorn..
crawford market where
childish deams were born..
is turning vegetarian..
a municipal scorn..
bought up by the marwari traders
the past never to be reborn

street photography

street photography
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 the sheer joy of shooting
emotions littered on the road
pictures shot on negatives
become poems
pictorial uploads
of prince like living
poverty like toads
aspirations equal
destiny down loads
analogoued
on my heart
in digital mode

Taj Mahal Hotel

Taj Mahal Hotel
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 wide eyed migrant
dreams to sell
a resonance
of a colonial past
that yells
taj mahal hotel
ajit kerkar
camilla panjabi
does ring a bell
drd tata
madam surmount
malabar stores
jrd tata
apollo florist bawa
joy shoes
madame pompadour
hakim who is no more
memories that come and go
gazdar jewelers
the burlingtons of bombay store
the cigar shop bawa who also is no more
and the gazdar pathan watchman..
who on duty never snored speaking pushtu
sanghe halda
khair da
every time he opened the door
geeta simoes running up and down..
each floor ..
taj teasures
dagina ..
nalanda
at the taj intercon
life in 1974...
a part
of my memories folk lore

yes i do love you

yes i do love you
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 " If you love me then please let me know because you never know i might just love you to."

words
that beat upbeat my soul..
i was a part..
a part..no more
a whole..
within a hole
a peephole
on her trembling door

You can't give what you don't have.

You can't give what you don't have.
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 beggars love going to houses that dont give them anything....
a thought to my mind spring....
falling in love with greater beggars than themselves
is now a fashion statement and a new thing..
single barreled poet
from which asshole
did he spring...
tring tring tring..
internet connection
linked to her head phones
roger roger over
some happiness brings..
an empty stomach
an empty heart
but a new muse
that gathers me up
writing poetry
stretched out on her gossamer wings
empty vessels ...
water rushing out of leaks
from vicarious voluptuously volatile vaporized vociferous vituperative springs
a wizened weasel like heart of a poet whose lecherous lyricless libido links
tring tring tring..

Saif Shakir

Saif Shakir
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Saif Shakir
bollywoods most wanted
designer's
like father unlike son
arrow headed bullet
fired from a gun

he his lucky
no bleeding rose
this son of firoze
whose battle
is almost won
a job
his mother has
beautifully done
raising him
as his mothers son..

Gateway of India to Burlingtons and Life

Gateway of India to Burlingtons and Life
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 i studied here in the mornings
as a kid
at home
the domestic chaos
time would not out rid
dad and mom
a marital road that skid
gateway of india
was where i went and hid
me who was brainy but born stupid

me of holy name high school
that was called tin pot by the campion fools
st anne and fort convent girls orgling
thoughts unspools
nostalgia rules

the old chanawala selling peanuts and channa
watching the pigeons being fed
unschoolish prose sounding like poetry
i read

i learnt to swim
at the gateway pier
when someone
kicked my rear
into the water s
with my school bag
my life so dear
i climbed back the steps
all drenched
body in tears
other kids clapping hands
laughs and jeers

later i worked
at burlington s taj mahal hotel
it was growing along with me
the gateway of India
and the Sea

mr andre kapoor
mrs gaby
treasures of india
dhanraj mahal
in and out
jeniffer kapoor
shashijis clothes
munni gupta
asthamati…

its Better to be Saif than to be Sorry

its Better to be Saif than to be Sorry
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 saif from the age of 8 wanted to marry
a thought at his age quite contrary..

now also his granma
his aunts
in lucknow are looking out
for a mate
arranged marriage
is part of his fate
samiya will endorse
the chioce
i hope its not too late
saif who dearly loves me
but hates me for my poor taste
my bare feet walk post haste
he got rid of my dread locks
distate he did underrate
diana my dreadlock lady
he called her Dayan..
many a times he did
with his venom bait..
saif has never been in love
has never had a date
whom he marries
will be his soulmate..
this is the upbringing
of his mother
i update.

saif is my 24 old son

She Says She is an Open Book

She Says She is an Open Book
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 She hides in a veil
Says she is an open book
Perhaps this old geezer
She for a fool mistook
Yes my heart sunk
Onlined and hooked
The best of me
On a slow fire
Simmering hot and cooked
A fact when she injected me
With a virus of love
Overlooked
She drives over my dead body
Crime unbefitting punishment
She connives to have me booked
Resurrecting me as a poet
A pot boiler in his own
Pictorial Juices overcooked


posted 19 nov 2006

The Hijab Going Dutch..

The Hijab Going Dutch..
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images

Holland’s Right-Wing Calls For Hijab Ban
THE HAGUE, February 6 (IslamOnline.net) - The Dutch anti-immigration party List Pim Fortuyn (LPS) has called on Parliament to enact a law banning hijab in public areas, including schools, courts and other administrative bodies owned or financed by the government.
The LPF was a vehicle for Pim Fortuyn, a right-wing populaist known for his anti-Islam rants including that “I am also in favour of a cold war with Islam” and “I see Islam as an extraordinary threat, as a hostile society”.

Rants and ravings Islambhobia in Holland
A LPF whip now becomes a hated wand
Yes the hijab will be banned
Christian symbols are cultural bands
Less harmful than winds from Arabian sands
Such harmful thinking expand
Some compromise to religious sentiments
The Dutch don’t understand
Politics of Hate more important to disband
Multi racial society must live in Peace
Seeds of distrust for…

Allah Tero Naam Ishwar Tero Naam

Allah Tero Naam Ishwar Tero Naam
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 allah
for some
hare krishna
hare ram for some
godliness ..
a multicolored drum
different hands
humanity for some
peace loving
a universal feeling become
all sounds emerging
from one ocean
from where they come
hindus
om to om succumb
muslims
allah ho akbar
heads bowed welcome

they also serve
who are blind deaf and dumb..
a hunger .. of god in every single crumb..


December 22nd, 2006

The Chakra of Unloving

The Chakra of Unloving
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 unmoving remorseless
an eternal pain conceal
the medicine wheel
creaky unspokeless
sufferings and sorrows
does reveal
Dharma
Karma
her fate does seal
empty stomach and no meal
the helpless woman
40 winks steal
a pain onion like
crying tears that unpeel.
Beggary so surreal
living blood
that death congeals
some ordeal
Shiva perched
in my camera lens
Hopes to heal


Jabarunam ratha vibu shanadyam
meena dwajam charu krithanga ragam
karam bujayr ankusha anikshu chapam
pushpa thapasou dadatham bhajami

mantra of love ..recite it..
live let live love despite it..

Temple of a Blog Goddess

Temple of a Blog Goddess
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 yes
i do look like ganga din
i have come to the
temple of a blog goddess
to ask forgiveness for my sins
all i can see is a bleeding rose
a battle she cant win..
first get rid of the darkness from within
if you behave perhaps
i will take you for a cybernetic spin..
no sometimes i look like alibaba
say open sim sim..
or sometimes with my latest new muselike lamp
in the silken clothes of alladin.
deleted comments have a habit of
surfacing on the heart
of a blogger no 1's
recycling bin...

ha ha ha
if you are the rose whom are you fighting...
no not this unbottled Djinn ...
who to become a devoted muslim
had to get rid of his foreskin..
that i love american indians
is my cowboy attitude to red skins...
i can see some fellow bloggers
nodding their heads and chins..
flickering smiles made of
crumpled tins

The Girl Child and the Goddess

The Girl Child and the Goddess
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Sitting outside
The doors of the
Goddess
the fear and the anxiety
in the eyes of the girl child
a future bleak
future mute
stitched lips that
wont speak
Prejudice no place for pride
betrayal of being born..
a girl a burden..
a liability
a virginity
that carries a price
those who want her will outbid
a pandoras box minus the lid
if your father is an alcoholic
jobless
your mother a house maid sweeping
floors cleaning utensils
no one to pay the rent
the ever increasing hospital bills
undulated hope crashing on mole hills.
weeping walls corroded human grills
pain of her living instigates
my imagination
into my camera viewfinder spills

The Big Moment My Profile Page

The Big Moment My Profile Page
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 It was the first time she said
That a part of me
Was not on the profile
Page that she read
My profile page
Has many a people mislead
More than the cuts on my back
Or the slash on my forehead
or my burnt bare feet
on charcoals of hot embers
It is my pain
of unliving
that has bled
a bride
still
can be unwed
be loved by one
marry someone
else instead
what the future holds
unfurls …
long after you are dead
live and let live
just watch the road ahead
living for the moment
is far better than
day dreams that turn nightmare
tearing your life to shreds
running to shrinks that drill
the fucked cleavage in your head
when you can take it no more
they give you a final adieu
wrap you in a bedspread
a body that got infested
much before the soul fled

Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You torture
tear my guts apart
a tear from your
eye perched on a
heart beat
of my missing heart
a cybernetic love
that self destructs
before it starts
how far are you from the
keyboard of my hissing heart
internet rationed time
on the monitor screen
of my reminiscing heart

Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You torture
tear my guts apart
a tear from your
eye perched on a
heart beat
of my missing heart
a cybernetic love
that self destructs
before it starts
how far are you from the
keyboard of my hissing heart
internet rationed time
on the monitor screen
of my reminiscing heart

Paxhitmo

Paxhitmo
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 congratulations ..
well deserved..
dont be too hard on this one..
new muse are hard to find for people that were born multi colored blind.. a saga that you need not unwind..watch out here comes an arrow to kill a dears behind.


a deleted comment a new resting place defined .

Sometimes
You hit less
You hit more
When the going is good
You get sore
Life is talent
Prostituted
Street walking like a whore
A virginal membrane
That lay on my poetic soul
A cycle bumps and tore
Accursed cybernetic
Journalistic ..jiving
Bare feet on a glass
Shard dancing floor
My samba teacher
Who goes by the name of
Paxhitmo
a blog goddess
of cybernetic folk lore

The Iraq War is a Disaster

The Iraq War is a Disaster
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Tony Blair, the British prime minister, has admitted in an interview with Al Jazeera English that events in Iraq since the US-led invasion have been a "disaster". Blair was speaking exclusively to David Frost.But he insisted that it was right to remove Saddam Hussein, the country's former leader, from power and blamed al-Qaeda, Sunni fighters and Iran-backed forces for the ongoing violence.Responding to a suggestion from Frost that the conflict had been a disaster from the start, Blair replied "it has", before blaming a combination of factors for the crisis.
photo courtesy google images

Holy Cow
Mother of god
spare the child
spoil the rod
Blair opens his heart
to a Frosty God
the Iraq War is a disaster
Atrocities
Destruction
Despoliation
words of an English Toy Poodle
The Silence of his Master
Saddam the Iraqi
Bush the American
Both heads
Of a single monster
a collective guilt
who will take responsibility
une…

Cybernetic Curiosity that Killed this Cat

Cybernetic Curiosity that Killed this Cat
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 A lone winding wretchedness that stretches from my hearts
Solicitude
An oath binding sadness that reaches out from my hearts
Solitude
A thought reminding madness that hastens out from my hearts
Rectitude
A strange suspensionless languor lacerating jaw locking
My attitude.
Falling in love with you was an ungifted gratitude
Cybernetic curiosity craving counterclockwise no latitude
Passionately pursuing platonically on the plateau of your
Palpitating heart conclude
You and me a new pact renewed
Only your colors on my soul imbued

Vinod Om and Me

Vinod Om and Me
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 vinod from mira road
the friday fleamarket
venturing yoga teacher
me
from
bandra bazar road
the blonde haired
adventuring photo
preacher
the two of us
chor bazar
kamatipura
double feature
crowds follow us
where we go
like two exotic
endangered species
human beings
defaulted creatures
vinod is a brahmachari
does not look at women in saris
his characteristic feature
me i love women ..
sarees or no sarees
clothes or no clothes
cybernetic love
i do beseech her

Cradle Rape

Cradle Rape
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 A few years back , I was invited by my friend Fahad Pathan to shoot the body piercers or Rafaees near the Mahim Dargah of the Holy Saint Makhdoom Shah Baba Mahimi and this was the first time that I was shooting this Sufi sequence..
The needles were and sharp rusty were rubbed against the ground to make them more sharp ,and were being pushed into the faces of two devotees. one was a mute and he kept signaling me with his eyes to shoot him, the other much older in his 20s was reticent and there was something scary about him, a calm before a storm kind of feeling in the viewfinder and my guts..
I was part of this procession and Fahad Pathan is a celebrity figure , his late father was the Peshimam of the Mosque at the Dargah.
I completed my shoot all on negatives, and the following morning there was an article in the newspaper about a 6 month girl child that was raped by a boy.. I had a strange intuition I knew it was the older boy wh…

Man Gets Fucked Women Never Age

Man Gets Fucked Women Never Age
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 As a new born
diapered innocence
Beneath the surface
From the cradle to the grave
Women never age
At any given stage
As a teenager on a
magazines front page
later braking hearts
full speed on mounds
littering corpses of
dimwitted lovers
backstage ..
only to a multimillionaire
her heart engage
sooner or later
marital chaos and rampage
bitter acrimony
divorce alimony
a new lover
second marriage
a new war wage
husband predeceased
a dowager
presiding unfading diva
more monkeys in her cage
women murder men
reflected glory upstage
but the finale of womanhood
women never age
even some other time
some other planet
or space age
i repeat
though buried
four feet
in concrete
in the hastily made grave
at her feet
Women never age
wisdom wrinkles
to batter all
mounted competition
with crowfeet
man simple noble man
betrayed by that
self suicidal heart beat
a woman that placed me
lovingly
in this bloodstained
winding sheet
my coff…

Ode to a Bride

Ode to a Bride
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 she
who at birth
was born a bride
i love her feelings that
i sheepishly confide..
she gets upset
uptight
i am too old to fight
scarred bruised
women are women alright
now back to the bride
my thoughs sensual
a physicality
that takes me by surprise
i cant hide
i shower it in her love passage
an orgiastic delight
slide and glide
to germinate fertilize
a poem of love
uncolorful
pictorial
zone system
in black and white
she me
its not about
a split open wide
ahh the great divide
she who one day will
be someone elses bride
she is my poem
my poetrys pride..
my soul in her pillow
disembodied at her bedside..

i love her this
ready made
born bride
this is surely the truth
words she said..
in childish
innocence

i love you
lived
a million times
killing me each time
I died..

this was a streak of bad luck at poem hunter a few summers back.. my poetic ethnicity killed my love..

A circus in town called poem hunter forum

A circus in town called poem hunter forum
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
petersburgcity.com/city/photos/recreation/places/circus/p...

Entertainment value complete
come join and compete
poem hunter forum circus
watch mind boggling feat
lady ring mistress
dainty feet whip in hand
god save you if you bleat
funny dwarves hogging limelight
with love trick and treat
trapeze artistes on tight rope
you miss a heart beat
lady poets on poetic heat
canine poets horny as hell
rushing to their teat
humping for dead meat
pages and pages unstoppable
advertising sheets
some in your hands
some pasted on the streets
Howlin the Master of Ceremonies
Is here to greet
Angie wooed by Morgan Spencer
Oh how tweet
Lady Lambeth in my sonnet
Poetic dreams I meet
Divorce proceedings replete
Yes Wife No1 I delete
Cut and paste new one
Uncopied I cheat
Poem hunter forum circus
The rogue mullah Abdullah kasai
spirtual bigotted conceit
Back from Ijtema
In his winding sheet
Some more radicali…

The Whipper in his Shop

The Whipper in his Shop
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Whip in my hand
i moved into my shop
the guy who was shooting me
his heart almost stopped
the whipper shocked
to see me do this
jaws almost drop
sweating pain
unmopped

The Whipper from Mumbai 4

The Whipper from Mumbai 4
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I did what the
whipper
would dare not do
i tried to strangle my neck
with a hard stoke of the whip
almost cutting my upper lip
but the neck remained
unstrangled
a body perched on her hip..
a mind in love
an iceberg
kissing the point of the tip..
cybernetic courtship..
a viking goddess all american
that i sincerely worship

The Whipper of Goddess Yellama

The Whipper of Goddess Yellama
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 His diety
goddess yellama
and outside my shop
he took his whip
a crack
a slash
cutting his back
his form
of worship
his method of earning
no back track