The Awakeners of Ramazan

The Awakeners of Ramazan
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Close to a month I have been wanting to catch one of them and share their selfless contribution to the Holy Month of Ramadhan.
As soon as Ramzan begins as we say it here in India , this small Muslim community of minstrels , move from lane to lane house to house singing , or merely shouting Ramzan Mumbarak Aya .. this is a warning to make guys who are asleep to wake up and start the fast of the day.
On Thursdays they vistit houses and collect their rewards , for the service they do to the community.I stay on the fifth floor , I hear them but I know if I rush down I wont be able to catch them.
The last few days I have been at my shop, I carried my camera hoping to bump into one of them but with no luck.This was a fluke capture, luckily I had my camera.
He has the peacock feathers that he blesses people with

Motherhood in Pain

Motherhood in Pain
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she is a leper mother
a disease that took her unaware
her body ravaged
miseries of flesh
its paper like wear and tear
her eyes worm eaten sockets
her two normal children
add to her domestic despair
a girl a boy her motherhood
equally share
her doting eyeless care
on this wonderful pair
as she sits and chants
invoking the lord
her looks that even
god could not spare
angels fear to enter
where leper beggars dare
at bandra bazar road
a mother and her motherhood
in a snare
but there are very few that really care
some curse her some also swear
she is evil they say
beware paying for her
past sins the karmic wheel broken
in need of repair
even children her sight
does scare

her children go to a municipal school
a better life for them she prepares
her pain in public she does bare
wordless wounds wearing out
The Sanctity of Soulless litany
presumptuously pretending
to be a Prayer

Da Vinca -The Oath Of Silence

Da Vinca -The Oath Of Silence
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a human source
defying laws of inpositional gravity
singular fist that fights human depravity
da vinca a code of silence love
love love her priority
a pebble of hope
a stream of joy
touching both banks
of humanity
her humility
her devotion
her piety
within mankind
lies the soul
of her diety

da vinca is a friend a fighter of human rights..

We Are Muslims We Beg

We Are Muslims We Beg
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Yes we are Muslims we beg
Allah ho Akbar
Asking Allah for Peace
Our Faith on the
Soul of our shoulders
Our Destiny
On the creaky
Stumps of our wooden legs
Yes puritanical Islam
Petro –dollars of Wahabbism
Arab barbarism an inheritance
Of the Jehadi killers and Taliban dregs
In the Holy Month of Ramzan
Ajmer shivers with a blast that
Loosening our spiritual pegs
As we see posterity dying unborn
Like feet trampled broken eggs

broken toy

broken toy
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broken wings
unsheltered sorrow
the sparrow sings
perforated silence
percolating poison
among all things
sadness only
sadness brings

firoze shakir

Babys first day at work

Babys first day at work
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This is the new born life, baby’s first day at work at the Turner Road Taffic Signal, she is just a few days old, and here she is in the hands of a boy given on hire, drugged with laced milk, so she feels no pain, in the amniotic fluid of a new womb ..yes this is child labor of the worst kind..

Born of a drunken pleasure
Enforced pain
Mother at fourteen
Her child her child hood
All in vain
Like her little girl
At the Turner Road Traffic Signal
Babys first day at work
Heat and dust showers of rain
Vehicular traffic of life a few coins
Of human redemption
How do I explain
A picture some text
Drugged comatose sleep
Tears of her destiny as they drain
Children of a lesser god
Puppet on a string ..
A life commercially slain
The beggar mafia
The hafta system syndrome
Sins of her forefathers
On her karmic forehead engrain
shame ridden society
prostituted political system
India shining
a hackneyed refrain
a stone deaf god
who nods his head at each complain
as the child is sodomized gang raped
of her childhood again and again
prepubescant menstrual sorrow
as weeping blood stains
on the side walk of her domain
a decayed flesh a defoliated soul
read like this poem forgotten
only a membraneous memory will remain
child cub of man born in captivity
to beg , to grovel , live as a slave
somnolent society entertain

in a maize ..

in a maize ..
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The Gold Diggers of Mumba Devi

The Gold Diggers of Mumba Devi
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This is near a park near Mumba Devi, a common sewage gutter , residue from gold work shops far too many passes through thiis gutter along with sand particles.This migrant force from Uttar Pradesh, sieves through the gutter and collect the gold dust particles that sell back to the gold smiths..

The Gold Diggers of Mumba Devi

The Gold Diggers of Mumba Devi
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

This is near a park near Mumba Devi, a common sewage gutter , residue from gold work shops far too many passes through thiis gutter along with sand particles.This migrant force from Uttar Pradesh, sieves through the gutter and collect the gold dust particles that sell back to the gold smiths..

Mumba Devi Mandir

Mumba Devi Mandir
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Mumba Devi Mandir

Mumba Devi Mandir
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Mumba Devi Mandir, or Mumba Devi Temple, is an old Hindu temple in the city of Mumbai (formerly Bombay) dedicated to the goddess Mumbā, the local incarnation of the Devi (Mother Goddess). Marathi Mumbā derives from Sanskrit Mahā-Ambā "Great Mother", and Mumbaī combines the name with aī, the Marathi for "mother".[1]

While Hindu sects devoted to the goddess Mumbadevi are attested to as far back as the 15th century, it is said that the temple was built in 1675 near the main landing site of the former Bori Bunder creek against the north wall of the English Fort Saint George by a Hindu woman also named Mumba. The creek and fort are now deteriorated to a point at which they are but derelict reminders of the city's past. The temple, on the other hand, is still active. [citation needed]

The goddess Mumba was patron of the agri (salt collectors) and kolis (fisherfolk), the original inhabitants of the seven islands of Bombay. She is depicted as a black stone sculpture in the temple. An etymology of Mumba that is popular is "Maha Amba," or "Great Mother," one of the many of India's more well-known names for the Hindu Mother Goddess (Devi). Located in Bhuleshwar area in South Mumbai, the temple is in the heart of the steel and clothing markets. It is a sacred pilgrimage spot and place of worship for Hindus and is thus visited daily by hundreds of people. It is not uncommon for visitors of Mumbai to pay their respects at the temple and is one of the popular tourist destinations in the city.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumba_Devi_Mandir