I Am A Hindustani Muslim

I Am A Hindustani Muslim
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This is an old poem, I was targetted by Shia hardliners or Shia Wahhabis, and all because somebody had hacked into my Buzznet site and put porn pictures, the site was frozen for investigation.. I was threatned and in a single night frustrated with photo blogging I deleted 11000 blogs..

I shoot Naga Sadhus doing Ling Kriya
Post their pictures on my site
Does that mean I am not a good Shia
I shoot Hijdas post them on my site
Laxmi Narayan Tripathi
Trans gendered Singaporean Priya
Does that mean I am not a good Shia
Somebody posts dirty pictures on my site
The whole world in Lucknow goes mama mia
Does that mean I am not a good Shia
For my faith I was born in a land
The Imam loved..I weep, my Karbala a dropp of tear
Does that mean I am not a good Shia
Yes I am a Hindustani Muslim
Mutual Coexistence with Hindus
About which I am very clear
What right do you have
To judge me whether I am a good or a bad Shia.
Be Man don’t play God …before you pass judgment
My side too you must hear
Rabble rousing mediocre emotions
God make me a Kaffir..
My birthright threatened as a Shia.
I am a photojournalist, a poet photographer
a human being..my maturity of thought
do not sneer…



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Nitihari Kingdom of the meek

Nitihari Kingdom of the meek
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Pictures that speak
Of human love
Different faiths
With hate you
Do not tweak
A slap
Resounding
On a mutative cheek
Blessed are those that
Raped sodomized
will be robbed for body parts
Nitihari the kingdom of the meek
Cannibalistic taste of society
Pinnacle of a pipsqueak
Says justice hold on
While I go take a leak

Enough is Enough

Enough is Enough
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Enough is enough
Life is frickin tough
Congested chest
phlegmatic dry cough
Half open
Eyes unceremoniously
Playing blind mans buff
Photoblogging
In cyberspace
Marginalized by cybernetic hate
cobbled path so rough
fee fie fo fum
11000
blogs blown away in a puff

Sufi Monk Shia Pandit

Sufi Monk Shia Pandit
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A sufi monk
A shia pandit
Two thoughts
Pretending to be one
A crescent and a rising sun
Two parallel lines
That on the soul s beaten track
Surreptitiously spun
Yes looking at them
Their detractors poke fun
A Single mother her
Twin Sons
One body one soul
Dust to dust ashes to ashes
In the long run

Fanning the Fires of Hate

Fanning the Fires of Hate
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burning in the cauldron of her hate
on a hot plate
he latest Cajun recipe jambalaya
rice duck pate Indian sauce
a bad aftertaste
no more culinary comments
no more culinary poems to rate
bubbling emotional state
simmering slowly
at the forum of her heart the endless wait
she who calls me cheap skate
hands me left overs
on the broken heart of my plate
erases the writings on my hearts slate
me a wandering minstrel
searching for a soul mate

Frozen Ice

Frozen Ice
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My words tears frozen as ice
My slithering sorrow no surprise
The best of me written off
On a tissue paper
A blue toilet in disguise
My blogs squirming worming
Frowning drowning a ship
Fleeing mice ..
Foolishly floundering
In cowardly cries..

Green light says go

Green light says go
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I have done an entire series on beggar kids at Bandra where I stay called Turner Road Traffic Signal, these kids onece ruled with impunity , but their nemesis anti begging law caught up with them, to escape being caught by the police, sent to remand homes , losss of freedom,made them move away from here but I have captured their natural life , their ups their downs, the tragedy often was I shot them as kids later to find little children at their waist , a single night made them a child mother..

Ritu Kumars label
A fashion statement identity
Outside her fashion studio
Spotlight on poverty
Fill in light..
Average reading
Of snarling traffic turner road
Depravity.
Running , limping
Begging alms
Motionless gravity
Lepers , hijdas fruit sellers for
Some pass time company
Motivala jewelers , Popleys
Stomach Restaurant
garbage can always empty
nakedness unwashed clothes
lying at Fashion Laundry.

Stop says the red light

Stop says the red light
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I see waves
Lashing
Children of a lesser god
A Noah’s ark built
For underprivileged humanity
Others call it bad karma
Some equivocally
Pathos in poverty
Begging alms
The magic of a substitute god
Clinking coins collectively
Called paper money.
Yes this is mans child
Decieved by his own
Pre-doomed Destiny

The Hijdas at Hill Road Bandra

The Hijdas at Hill Road Bandra
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I recently spotted these hijdas in ricksha presumably thet were going towards Bandra Station, I was in a Ricksha going hme for lunch they were annoyed me trying to take their picture, but I overtook them stopped them near Globus , told them about my Hijda connection with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, they got out of thei rrickshas and began posing for me as I hastly shot them .. with a fear that a huge crowd was gathering around me..

Laxmi the Beggar Hijda

Laxmi the Beggar Hijda
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Laxmi is a Hijda who operates from the Turner Road Traffic Signal, and should not be confused with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, my Hijda Guru.
Laxmi the beggar Hijda is a kindly soul, I have not shown her any of her pictures as yet, though I have asked her to visit my shop that is two lanes away from the Turner Road Signal.
But the Hijdas lot as a beggar is a tough load to carry.
Moving betwen vehicles , and this lot of Laxmi, is not demanding, or threatning , as one finds at other traffic signals.
She was telling me this morning her mates have gone to the native place, so she is all by herself.She has lunch at a road style stall, unlike the Turner Road beggar kids she does not take left overs from restaurants at the Signal.
The Hijda Pride is a dominating force.
They beg with Dignity.They live with Dignity.
Yes they are Beggars .
So What ?
We all are beggars one way or the other.
Arent We?

God made Man to Mock Mankind

God made Man to Mock Mankind
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god made man to mock mankind
yes at times i think our god is blind
time and tide fuck man from behind
a cruel thorn to the rose unkind
both pain and pleasure
equally conjoined
immortality he seeks
never ever finds
reincarnation
as a dog
his life rewinds
lifting his leg
a lamp post
both
his karma
his dharma
once again
entwined
man the saint
man the monster
man a madness
by a god
who came on earth
as the messiah
failed
killed by his own creation
crucified and maligned
yes god has distanced
himself from humanity
with his apathy to remind
that a beggar you are
you are a beggar you will
always be to
your fate consigned
within the prison of your
human cage confined
your soul fleshy in its nature
matter corroding
super subconscious mind


dedicated to Nice Jewish Girl..
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White God is More Racial than White Man

White God is More Racial than White Man
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like slaughtered goat to
appease a white god
who mocks the color he denied me
none but the woes of my pigmentation besides me
yes his laws , his nature derides me
my pride my self respect that guides me
within the words of my unwritten poems
as a refugee its her love that hides me
ironically she is a white goddess
from her own hated tribe she sides me

A cry within a blog

A cry within a blog
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Where will you ever find me
Now no more will you ever bind me
My world that was once yours
Already behind me
My words incongruous
Will never grind me
Yes blog goddess
Boomeranged blog
Undefined me

Gonna Miss You Mate

Gonna Miss You Mate
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photo courtesy buzznet friar tuck profile

Friar Tuck..
that we stopped
communicating
me and my bad luck
multi colored thoughts
single hand clapping dont work.
yes says this pictorial poetic jerk
yorrik erase your smirk
dread headding woolongong
dressed as a seagull lurk..
all three members of
woolongong mafia
me the indian turk

'HOW ABOUT A NICE BIG CUP OF SHUT THE FUCK UP '

'HOW ABOUT A NICE BIG CUP OF SHUT THE FUCK UP '
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she calls herself venice
this frustrated broad
who sends hate meassges to me
nothing but a female
dennis the menace
wearing the robes of an angel
this crazy woman nothing but
the devils accomplice
wetting me all over her hate
her sweet and sour piss
i am a racist she insists
i never knew such
ludicrously mad women
on poetic sites exist

I hate Hindus and Muslims

I hate Hindus and Muslims
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I hate Hindus and Muslims
Who to prove a religious point
Batter each other unnecessarily
Our great country disjoint
Hatred for mankind anoint
Killing man, killing gods
Godliness.
Surely
Our unborn children
Disappoint
Why cant we live in Peace
Love Hope Harmony
Mutual Coexistence appoint

Farewell Buzznet Blog Goddess

Farewell Buzznet Blog Goddess
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I have left your buzznet world
Sharing and scaring
As photographerno1
As commentatorno1
I don’t need you American applause
Your featured pictures you buzz words
Your comments all for an unbegotten cause
Yes a rolling stone who gathers no moss
Cybernetic tsunamis waves
Took me for a toss
Castigated by a community
That I defended my profit
Tarnished my loss
The mullahs
Big brother
Big boss

my destiny once kissed the
shores of your heart
my little boat
doomed on the rocks
a lifebuoy that also mocks
giving me some more knocks
a past intimidating future shocks
someone elses boat in your
heart dry docks
a new romance for you unlocks

A Shia Thug and The Blog Goddess

A Shia Thug and The Blog Goddess
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Our narcissistic longings
And our bodily belongings
We upstage..
A bird seeking
Freedom of the cage
To be young remain young
never ever age.

We spend millions
Stem cells and botox shots
Salamander research
An unending urge enrage
From the cradle to the grave
To be young remain young
never ever age.

I dedicate this poem to her who ages gracefully, an Easter egg of a thought,for an injun turned Buddhist ,

I shout I cry out
I have no clout
My feelings for you
cannot dry out..
from within or without
round or about
your thoughts
through my
posts
I flout
A shia thug
She call me
devout
but in your love
without doubt
its too late
for me to bow out..

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A Street Car Called Desire

A Street Car Called Desire
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Germinating within my mind
her love my poems I sire
pedestrian life on a slow track
cybernetic love livewire
yes the best of
my testicular fortitude on fire
a spindle behaving like a spire
does not ever tire
unless i call it a day
into the mound of
her mindlessness retire
my poetry on lease
poet photographer on hire
to touch the dust of her feat
my feelings do aspire
sweaty words dont perspire
unless she cuts off
the best of me with her
gardeners shearing pliers

You and I

You and I
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you are you
I am I
I see myself
as a speck
lodged
in the heart
of your lie
many a times
i do cry

you name embedded
in the tear that falls
from my eye
a truth you cannot deny
beta blog goddess
i do defy
for once
see me as a speck
in your eye
a heart beat
beyond the
anguish of
my cry

poetry.. a journey
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At Crossroads

At Crossroads
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she who loves cooking new dishes
making culinary inroads
assisting racist chef
as she her misplaced anger
on me explodes
poetic petulance
poetic perjury
she downloads
unable to break
my silence
a tantric terpidation decodes
with her ungreatfulness
an old relationship she
impudently violently
corrodes
she her karma
my dharma
at crossroads