Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Hijra Hallucinations

with the accursed system
of a biased social order
the hijda has lost her patience
being a hijda a hell of life
a life full of accusation
trials and privation
the hijda cocooned
in a marginalized
world of deprivation
yes society with blinkers
hates the hijda
without proper reason
stepping on their toes
without hesitation
a new world within a world
the resurgence
of a hijda nation

Monday, March 30, 2009

Turner Road Traffic Signal Kid

The child in her arms is drugged , and he too works the signal from morning to evening..lunch is left overs from a nearby restaurant..
I have seen this girl grow , once she too was slung on another child's waist, this is her karma..her fate she can never escape..

Clothes that she wears are given by some kind lady..

Soon she will reach puberty its than her walk on the tight rope of life begins, the boys from her tribe will than start hounding her for their cheap thrills ...she cant escape that part of her growing up..

She was born a liability as a girl child , unprotected but for her parents she is an asset , the day she gives birth to a child, even if it is out of wedlock..

The new born child rakes in the money, is given on hire, drugged , drenched in the rains, scorched in summer..such is life on a traffic signal slow track.

Slum Dog Millionaire is an unfulfilled celluloid for the dreamless..a script of sorrow and misery and despair..

I miss the Turner Road Signal as I passed it twice as my old shop was off Waterfield Road..

Now I am away from this signal - its only the Red Light that halts cars and vehicles it is the red light that gets them their daily wages ..

And the day the signal does not work.. they curse their fate , most of the kids from her group are now at the Pamposh Signal and at the Linking Road Signal off National College.

I remember at the Khar Linking Road signal a little girl begged with a kitten clung to her waist.. she and the kitten both have disappeared..

Necessity is the mother of invention..

Two Bald Heads

two bald hard boiled heads
a single knot genetically
binding
two different color threads
on the soul of a family tree
its origin embeds
shot by
my wife
a picture of hope
harmony and peace
cybernetically spreads
an untiring thought
as it retreads

Hijra Beauty Rare

nubile sexy sensual
hijra beauty rare
a knot holding her pair
seemingly strikingly bare
a defiance in her stare
seeking love and care
pelvic gyrations
to spare
once humbled
in her snare
by her love
you will froth and swear

Hijras - The Third Sex

hijras the third sex

life as a hijra

painful and complex

untouchables

objects

treated as society’s rejects

a cause sorrow despair

as after effects

article 377 the draconian

sodomy law ..anti human

life wrecks

hijras treated as criminals

always the main suspects

the hijra a better deal

from our society expects

like in tamil nadu

free sex change

free education

right to vote

a system without any defects

Thank You

Mr Karunanidhi

People of Tamil Nadu

for all the Hijda projects

the only state in the whole of India

where the Hijra as a human being

gets his due respect

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Cry


Cry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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pain
on the silver screen
decked up glorified
tears
on the soul of humanity
that have scorched
all human pride
children of a lesser god
to save them hard he tried
the bleeding earth
their paradise
he came he wept
a savior crucified
with him
all their hopes
too died
a celluloid dream
taking them for
an unending ride
a beggar bowl
that lies empty
by their side


dedicated to Dr Glenn Losack MD and Dr Robi Ludwig Cry America

Mother - Madhurima Ma

mother of the hijras
madhurima ma
on the way
to the holy shrine
a moment of godliness
a moment very divine
haji malang
a hijra moment combine
every moment to
touch him
we his children pine
bent backs
bent heads
till he gives
a solemn sign
the hijra race
online

An Attempt to Poetize Pain

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calling out
to hussain
the blood flowing
from the brain
hussainiyat
in a grain
an attempt
to spiritualize
my eternal pain
an attempt
to poetize my pain
tears on the soul of karbala
where truth was slain
so that for all eternity
Islam as Islam remain
free from accursed Yazidi chains
the blackest chapter of our history
as our blood explains
tabarrah on the killers
of imam hussain
reverberating
through streets bylanes

Hussainiyat In His Eyes

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a landscape of pain
when the blood dries
embedded
as ghame hussain
Hussainiyat in his eyes
a tragedy for which
eternity cries
Hussainiyat
the new name of Peace
verily a soothing
spiritual paradise
as long as evil lives
yazidiyat never dies
through bombs
suicide bombers
on humanity
to surprise
a hidden face
of a mass murderer
Satan in disguise
the world in his evil vice
not peace but everlasting war
that he sells and buys
discord
devastation
destruction
deathly demise
the unborn childhood
on the threshold
of this peaceful planet
forced to pay the price
rogue custodians
of religiosity
animosity on the rise
on the soul of our spirituality
tears from bleeding skies
an out of sync script
surely needs to be improvised

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Bullock Cart Race Murud Janjira 2009

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Thank you Everybody.. All who made this possible..

My Inner Soul in a Net

enter the net
the internet
addictive
habit forming
but a kick
a high
on this planet
you wont get
a home away from home
the cyber net
to log in you wont forget
alaskan fern blog goodess
good souls you met
now with some other souls
as they jet
a new cybernetic romance
my colored ass to bet
a brickless house
once more to let
zooming into
the corridors of her mind
all set

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Going Out Of Hand

within the soul of the sand
an imaginary world
in a far away
no mans land
moving moments
pictorially panned
poetic passions
going out of hand
and
soothing sorrow
spiritually scanned
the camera
a magic wand
not canon nikon
its the camera inner eye
of your mind
the greatest brand
reflecting a shot
on another mans soul
from where you stand


dedicated to Teresa Burke alias Dragon Fly

Vinayaka Restaurant Murud Janjira Beach

The white and green structure is of Vinayaka Restaurant Murud, the finest Malwani cuisine, rice thali, prawn thali ..each thali for Rs 100.
Most refreshing is the Kokam water that he serves as an appetizer..
Sunil my friend owns the restaurant and his bullock cart runs at the race on Gudi Padwa .

Normally most of the photographers of Mumbai park themselves at this open air restaurant , Sunil is very fond of me and Mr Anil Bhartiya photo journo and Guru.

The Mumbai Shadow Boxer

The race had not started , so I had my fish thali got down to the beach and shot some cray ones ,the Murud beach is very quiet, isolated and full of the sadness of the sea, provided you stay the night over, leave the next morning via Alibagh and by boat..

The long 5 hour drive by public transport from Murud to Mumbai can break any camels back and ass too..

I had once come here with my wife when my life was down the bin..we both had come here to understand the flow of our desaturated lives..

I thought of her while taking this shot, I could have darkened this image, but I decided not to play God..and represent things as they were pictorially presented to me..

The title is a dedicated to my bruther Bernie in Chicago..

And thank you Fleur you haunt me in my wildest moments..you are a ray of sunshine when the restless soul is inundated with the grim tears of emotional vacuity.

Murud is a wordless poetry time..

It was afer sometime of loneliness I was greeted by Habib Nasser my friend who had reached the Vinayka restaurant with his gang..

This broke me from the retrospective reverie of my restlessness.
I needed company too..too much of silence can drain you of all your spiritual energy..

Friday, March 27, 2009

Happy Gudi Padwa - Murud Janjira Bullock Cart Race

In a few minutes I leave for Murud Janjira to shoot the bullock cart race a colorful event on Gudi Padwa - the Maharashtrian New Year..
To all my Maharashtrian friends and well wishers a Very Happy New Year.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Hijra Jogan in a Trance

one with the maker
spirituality
in every glance
hijra jogan in a trance
power nobility
humility
in every step
of the hijras dance
oneness
mindlessness
timelessness
unusual romance

Hijra Dancing Doll

at haji malang
moments to recall
the mirth the fun
the frolic of the hijra
dancing doll
on all fours she will crawl
your passions she will
stall
this hijra vampish moll
turning your soul
into a dancing hall

Nakedness of the Hijra Soul

dance is worship
says the hijra
opening her lotus lips
shaking
grooving
moving
her pendulous hips
magic at her finger tips
as the sand in the hourglass slips
the nakedness of the hijra soul rips
layers and layers as she strips
tantric sex and tricks
more beautiful
more daintier
more graceful
more sensual
than your local chic's
on your computer screen
simply with a single click
hijda eunuch blogs
as memorable remix

The Hijra Slumdog Millionaire

I thank all those who have taken pains to register and vote for me at the Photo Blog Awards 2009..
People normally dont like hijras and treat them very shabbily because of the old grand mothers tales attached to them, tales that have been overblown, hijras kidnap children , forceful castrations and what not..

5 Years of shooting the Hijra ethnicity, I found them to be amiable, congenial and friendly, maybe somewhere rude, hated me as a photographer, but I dont blame them, a lot of hIjras have been conned by journalists and coffee table book researchers.. taken to the dry cleaners..

Every student wants to do a thesis on the hijras including Mr Salman Rushdi..

After Slum Dog Millionaire a movie on the Hijras maybe on the anvil .. the Hijra Slum dog Millionaire with Mr AR Rehmans music, Frieda Pinto and the effervescent Mr Anil Kapoor ...Lovleen Tandon associate director and Mr Danny Boyle wielding the megaphone...

This would be the biggest mega hit..with Brad Pitt ,Sean Penn and Al Pacino and Robert De Niro playing stellar roles..

The heroine could be played to the hilt by Laxmi Narayan Tripathi..my Hijra Guru Supreme.
And Heena Hijra of Peela House Mumbai Cages playing second romantic lead..

Well I digress , back to the Photo Blog Awards 2009 ..I have been nominated , I have received 57 votes, but I need more votes..call it pimping for votes..if you may...but do take time to vote for me and my hijra eunuch blogs..

Now some of the comments that I have received from friends and welll wishers..but I must confess I would have never enlisted my blogs it was Magic Eye aka Deepak Ambebal who led me up the aisle..

And the blessings of my Hijra Guru Laxmi Narayan Triipathi ...and my grand daughter Marziya Shakir 15 month old.. who loves hijras more than me..

Comments
Written by magiceye
11 days ago
an excellent blog that documents the trials and travails of a community that is on the fringes of society due to their neuter gender.


Written by netsams
11 days ago
Noone cud detail the life of the eunuch the way he does...tres superbe!


Written by assadajd
11 days ago
it doesnt get any btta dn him!...fantastic work...real deep...


Written by losackmd
11 days ago
Firoze transcends brilliance and touches all our hearts and minds


Written by smma59
11 days ago
Beautiful Blog this is an example of hard work and dedication.


Written by tomandrews
11 days ago
Firoze seems to have a front row seat to view the colorful lives of the Indian Hijra.

Firoze takes full advantage of that front row seat to share the love and passion that he sees.

I feel very lucky to be able to view his amazing photos on a daily basis.


Written by bennbell
11 days ago
Firoze is a wonderful photographer and great poet.


Written by girishbroppa
11 days ago
I like Firoze picturisation of lives of Hijra.


Written by NaumanUmair
11 days ago
brilliant work, definitive photography and above all, a banner poetry!


Written by IhaIha
11 days ago
I love Firoze's work, all of it is so beautiful, and really shows a world not many of us get to see. Thanks Firoze :)


Written by mariusmuscalu
11 days ago
Firoze is brilliant.


Written by friendswoodfred
11 days ago
Quite possibly the world's most extraordinary Blogger !


Written by libidopter
11 days ago
I greatly respect Firoze Shakir, since he is a brilliant photographer and poet with a deep sense for human issues - and he is witty, too.


Written by vikaskhera
11 days ago
Firoze is a real creative person.


Written by vishnugsr
11 days ago
Very creative and has an eye for beauty at the most unexpected of places.


Written by sarkaofcz
10 days ago
Firoze is a fantastic, wonderful and excellent poet, photographer and man. His humanism is wonderful ! He has all my admiration !


Written by shrutibiyani
10 days ago
awsm shoot...ur wrk is impressive n conceptual too


Written by aljis
10 days ago
Awesome!


Written by AVS
9 days ago
His humanity glows through his photographs. They are witness to his love of mankind. His work is beyond the usual, the run-of-the-mill variety. It's always a pleasure to view his work. I wish him more power.


Written by amishpatel
9 days ago
yor unique working style on ' eunch ' g8 n its makes u stand apart from rest, keep going sir


Written by tiwarisac
9 days ago
very moving images ...


Written by firdos
9 days ago
get shots... keep it up...


Written by Cuckoo
9 days ago
Brilliant poetry thru photos.


Written by metaverse3
9 days ago
This man is a legend in his own right to bring to light a world clouded by secrecy & darkness: The Hijda Commune Words cannot describe the pictorials posted that shed light upon these social castaways.


Written by sompatidar
9 days ago
Firoz's photo poetry on eunuchs has changed my perspective towards them. Now, i do respect them as equal to male/female. Firoz really makes wondeful composition of words and pics, especially on eunuch's life.


Written by ishadowbox
8 days ago
Amazing insight from a man who's words, visuals are ust very thought provoking.


Written by FramedAndShot
8 days ago
Some great shots on this blog. Studies of humankind done with a great eye for people and details.


Written by Ramanathan
7 days ago
The great photographer Firoze has showcased the crushed, maligned, and abused Hijra community. His images and brilliant poetry invoke the viewers' conscience and imprint on the viewers' consciousness. His metaphors and visuals are amazing.


Written by Malika
6 days ago
I love the work he has done on the transgender people of India. you can see that he films them without being a voyeur.


Written by Anu
4 days ago
The bold legend to fight with the concrete jungle world.......hope all his dreams come true.......may allaha bless him......... - Anu


Written by Kamala
4 days ago
Beautiful work.Keep sharing with us,please.


Written by jyothykarat
2 days ago
Its amazing how someone can be so dedicated and focused on one subject. You truly do justice to your art form.


Written by richseibert
7 hours ago
Great Photos! Such compassion your photos show! congratulations

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Saffron Soul of a Shia Pandit

the flesh
blood sweat and tears
a silhouette
unevenly lit
the soul its spirituality
in orbit
weft and warp
of a fabric closely knit
the saffron soul
of a shia pandit

a cultural inheritance
totally legit
of my birth place
my mother land
I am proud of it
to fanaticism
to hate
of the human specie
my soul wont submit
my head making
a path for a razor bit
two sections
as they bleed and slit
a protest
against yazidiyat
written in blood
on the face of it
Hussain is Humanity
at the core of it
the essence of my reality
as you all know it

har kaum pukaregi hamare hain hussain
islam zinda hota hai har karbala ke bad


to yazid and the killers of imam hussain
we wont ever give a clean chit..
lanat more lanat on their souls
we admit

Marziya Learns to Write

Marziya learns to write
15 month old
like grand father
like grand daughter
genetically bold and bright
a black board that does not
overwhelm her height
she falters
but the second time
gets it right
her aunt samiya
her favorite aunt uptight
from bandra to versova
always missing the flight

Photography is an Optical Illusion

Shot by my Wife

two bald heads
spiritually conjoined
two bald heads
in a single home
in a single thought
defined
a shia pandit
one of his kind
his muse
shot by a woman
who to
photography
is color blind
a wife
a mother
a grandmother
intertwined
seamlessly
combined
all three
repositioned
on the cosmic mind
artfully by a sculptor designed
to a single flow of a blood stream
genetically aligned

My wife and I are very different we are from two different worlds.. her world is real full of pain, my world is a cybernetic utopia of words that sound like poems and pictures that read like prose

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Hijra Renaissance

hijra renaissance
haji malang
drum beats and dance
hijra life to glance
hijra
a travesty of gender
luck by chance
in between two lines
a unique
unusual romance

Hijra in Red at Haji Malang

atop a drum
at haji malang
the hijda in red
high strung
the crowds
in ecstasy
shrieking
shouting
their lungs
money
excitedly
on the hijra
they flung
dance
the epitome
of the hijras
mother tongue
just rhythmic beats
lyricless rhapsody
a moment tantalizingly
unsung


For quite some time, I have not seen hijras, after Reshma Hijras wedding dance event, but for the last two days on my way to Lokhandwala Andheri, I met them yesterday at the 4 Bunglow signal and today at the 7 Bunglow signal..

And I shot their pictures I have not posted yet..hijras intrigue people, I know people who hate hijras as they would their worst enemy..and yet Hijras are human and one has to see them humanly..to understand their angst , the ambiguity of their gender..

The Hijra is born of pain..however hard he tries to impersonate a woman..he still lacks the reproductive powers of a woman..he is in a conundrum, neither man nor woman...an androgynous anomaly...stalked by a photo blogger whose soul is embedded in the microcosm of the hijras life..

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Hijra Guru Supreme

flowing through my
flickr photo stream
laxmi narayan tripathi
my hijra guru supreme
a dream within a dream
held in the highest esteem
oh how she loves
to shout and scream
at haji malang
with her gorgeous team
metrosexual hijda icon
beyond the vagaries
of the bleaching cream
every day a new found theme
hijdaeroticness part of
her androgynous scheme
my restless soul
through the serenity
of her soul to redeem

Monday, March 23, 2009

I am What I am Not

i am what i am not
a karmic wheel
without a cog
a pedestrian poet
whom they love to flog
but for the sake
of the hijra community
you have to register
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a bald headed Indian Golliwog

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The Curse of the Hijra Queen

to become a bollywood siren
she was far too keen
to break hearts
to break box office records
on the bollywood screen
but cruel fate
kept her hidden
to the world
she was unseen
her life no more serene
pain bubbling in here eyes
aquamarine
a hijra
neither a man nor woman
simply in between
the curse of the hijra queen

Searching For The Hijra Grail

babita the queen of the hijras
androgynous beauty of my hijra tale
neither man nor female
sorrow hidden
beneath a veil
hijra truth shall prevail
searching for the hijra grail
shadows hidden in shallow detail
hija sufferings hijra travail
hijra a cursed commodity
in sanctimonious society
on clearance sale

Born From a Cosmic Womb

Message to me from Dr Glenn Losack MD

"I wanted to take the time out to tell you how important you are to me, to my life, my work
my thoughts, my philosophy, in my fight as a complicated man in this
difficult world i live in.


I have never had someone like you in my life and i wish i had known you long ago.

Your ongoing generosity and selflessness, the attention paid to my work with such fervor and zeal
i think to a large extent has contributed to my growth as a photographer and as a human being.

I can never thank you enough.

I only hope you and I remain connected as we have been for many years to come.

It brings me to tears all the attention you have shown me, the kindness you bestow upon me, the time and effort
you make to decorate me. the praise you give me.

I would do anything i could to have you be at CRY.
I dedicate the event to you and to Dr Robi Ludwig....

You will be missed.

I am honored Firoze
and I am forever in your debt"


GLENN

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Once I was a Man .....

once I was a man
wanting to be
a woman of substance
from a testicular tragedy
I ran
from a blazing fire
into a frying pan
a hijda now
a speck
in an androgynous life span
my accursed life
living without a plan
memories of a boyhood
on the emulsion of my soul
I scan

Appu My Friend

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Appu my friend
limbless
but happy and contend
irreparable pain
a somnolent god
wont mend
walking tall
Appu
you must befriend
with his smile
the fly attacking his body
he will fend
a stump of a broken tree
no branches ever to defend
these pedestrian lines
for the love of Appu
I have penned

dedicated to dr glenn losack md
going round and round the bend

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Freedom on Friday

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the call of the muezzin
allah ho akbar
the skies are turning gray
after namaz
we try to touch
the hearts of those who pray
some who look at us
heads that turn away
freedom on Friday
with a few coins they repay
yes its sadly true
near the house of god
we stay
the mortal custodians
of god
with fatwas
that hurt and flay
we will remain
forever where we are
no change will come our way
we are mere broken pots
verily made of clay


dedicated to a fighter of human rights DMS

The Hijras Out Of Place

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the hijras out of place
a womans lust
hidden
behind a manly face
the hijras out of place
a mans body
a woman's
pretentious grace
the hijras a dying race
searching a home
within a home
the hijras out of place
on the fringes
of human society
an untouchable
he stays

Jesus in my Hands

jesus in my hands
my pain
caressing my human soul
jesus understands
my life
on the crossroads of
sorrow and despair
mockingly as it stands
my feet slipping
into the murky waters
of drowning sands

Perfect Mens Touch

bewda - drunkard
sleeping on the street
no money in his pocket
empty dreams
bare feet
perfect mens touch
you cant beat
flesh two steps forward
the spirit in deep retreat
this happens only in India
karmic sorrow
you cant cheat
no soda no water
just country liquor - neat
his wife his children
in his minds back seat
life's file simply
control alt delete

Searching For Jesus

searching for jesus
in the bandra bye lanes
edifying his heritage
his spiritual
architectural remains
statues crosses
grottos
his mission explains
stained window panes
reflecting his glory
on human hearts and brains
man born free
to a posterity in chains
inundated memories
of mumbai rains

after thought

peace love and tolerance
is the need of the hour
with our hate we make this world sour
live like a messiah die like a flower
love for humanity greater than war
a healing wound underlying a scar

to anthony posey love to new orleans

The Torturous School Bag

the torturous school bag
an ugly awful name tag
books weighing like boulders
that with her frail shoulder
she has to drag
a reminder
a burden she has to carry
from childhood
to womanhood
to motherhood
till she becomes a hag
our education system
an insult to our country
to our flag
once under the banyan tree
of wise wisdom we could brag

The Crescent and the Moon

the crescent and the moon
a gift by the Holy Messenger
given to the Muslims as a boon
but the heritage
of peace and brotherhood
they forgot it very soon
massacring each other
on the mound of a sand dune
satanic sentiments
puritanical hate
a message out of tune
muslims love killing muslims
hardened hearts
to love of humanity are immune
the unborn child
on the threshold
of a dreamless death
at high noon

Breakdown of My Photos at Flickr

Breakdown of my photos and videos (72,209) at Flickr


Public
65,565

Private
145

Friends only
23

Family only
5,866
Friends & Family
610

Photos
72,208

Videos
1

My Collections at Flickr
Private and Public

samiya marriage -3 sets

saif shakir marriage 5 sets

christian ethos 11 sets

best of firoze shakir 72 sets includes local stuff bullock cart race, family, marziya set etc..
scanned memories that have moharam and old images scanned and only posted at flickr..

hope and hindutva 62 sets

sufism dargahs rafaees 20 sets

ganesha festival in india 9 set

eunuchs transgender hijras 9 sets

As on March 22 2009

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Zenitude of a Shia Pandit

cross legged
on the lotus floor sit
man falls rises falls
wont quit
a path of pain
peacefully lit
born as a shia
to shed tears
as luck would have it
hussainiyat
kinetic energy to transmit
a soul within a soul to fit
serendipity
peaceful sparks emit
ashura karbala
warp and weft
closely knit
zenitude of a shia pandit
on the face of it
blood sweat and tears
bit by bit
with every stroke of the sword
hit by hit as blood flows
a cerebral slit
an echoing silence
of ya hussain
within the cosmic consciousness
to commit
hussain is humanity
a thought legit
shiasm
a protest
against spiritual terrorism
they know
but wont admit
yazidiyat
we curse
another genocide
we wont permit
a case
in the spiritual supreme court
Allah
The Ultimate Judge
the killers of Hussain
enemies of Shiasm
wont acquit
Allah Ho Akbar
you still don't get it !!!!

Caught in the Web of Her Lair

in love nothing is ever fair
a circle making love
to a voluptuous square
she the mistress of mysticism
caught in the web of her lair
dickheads enter
where angels fear to dare
hijdaeroticness
with all of you to share
unique unusual pair
lost in the wilderness
a man a eunuch
I swear
a torn fabric of duplicity
no tailor
will repair
wisdom like
a line of demarcation
parting the shoreline of her hair
you enter at your own risk
to reach her house
up stair

Laxmi Narayan Tripathi Reborn

laxmi narayan tripathi
my hijda guru
hijda icon
sitting all alone
wondering
where those
days have gone
the fading moonlight
kissing the feet of dawn
neither man nor woman
from a drop of a tear
a hijda was born
treated like a leper
looked down with scorn
from the seed of serenity
laxmi narayan tripathi
reborn
lisping lyrics
on the lips of a swan

dedicated to my guru..

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Allah Ho Akbar Muslims Love Killing Muslims



This was a poem I wrote some time back, but more than a poem it is a senseless reality in Iraq, Afghanistan and a neighboring country..Muslims love killing Muslims ..sometimes as a moderate Muslim bought up in a cosmopolitan society ..and luckily bought up as an Indian, what hurts is the eunuch silence that has prevailed in our society from the time of Karbala ..Fatwas for the wrong reasons,,mostly against women and the under privileged sects in Islam.

As a community we wake up from our Rip Van Winkle sleep after we have been robbed in broad daylight to our universal right to live as humans with dignity..

My poem is my personal experience , my personal pain, and the Shia bashing that exists on the cybernet , and the Internet surely needs law and order and policing those that promote hate against communities crimes against women and child pornography..to say the least..

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 honor Islamic plight
in Iraq in Afghanistan as Jehadi Terrorism at its height
hidden faces of men in hijabs in the night
Sunni scholars pledge for Peace on Word Press is nothing but
bullshit on sanctimonious posteriors uptight
Might is Might justified by Rogue Mullahs
killing the Kafir is alright
as they their prayers recite
fires of sectarian hate ignite
the masses excite
fatwas of hate to their delight
spewing their bigotry
on human rights

posted at

http://my.nowpublic.com/culture/allah-ho-akbar-muslims-love-killing-muslims

Sunday, March 15, 2009

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