Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Beyond The Soul of The Mirror Lies The Soul of Man

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inhabiting a world
that is mirrored
pretentiously planned
cosmic chaotic unmanned
from within hollow
on the surface grand
fighting a lone battle
on the mound
of a garbage
his last stand
a recycled brand
a force within
a force when
it expands
the writing
on the wall
he does not
understand
supply and demand
for a few silver dollars
will sell his mother
his motherland
and...dust to dust
soon disband

The Cosmic Mind Of a Poet At Rest


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born in the east
fucked in the west
cybernetic convulsions
poetic spasm
congested chest
spasmodic poetry
swollen breast
in memory
of a transvestite
who flew over
the cuckoos nest
across the border
no more my guest
with her heels
she was obsessed
a sex change
the devious doctor
after having tranquilized
her raped her
had totally messed
although i have
deleted her from my
fucked consciousness
i must confess
she did give me head
on a footrest
a facebook dilemma
should i once again add her
ignore her my transvestite
sweetest
zenitude plenitude
on test she blindfolded me
when she undressed
sensuality as an '
androgynous thought
expressed a poet
possessed
never the less
ode to a transvstite
from the north west

Now You Know Why I Am a Fucked Street Photographer

I shoot the same thing over and over again

The Story of the Hijab

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she covers herself
against strangers and men
the hijab in the news
now and than
a pain in the side
of a particular
Frenchman
he wants it banned
burnt criminalized
uprooted from his den
his claustrophobic
perfumed garden
governance on the rocks
economic failure rotten
zenitude and zen
on the soul of his nation
a drop of tear says
racist amen

I Am a Fucked Street Photographer

The Blossoming Future of the Bohra Community

The Most Famous Bohra of Bandra Akbar Bhai Something Special

Dogs Are Day Dreamers Too ...Sometimes

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Monday, November 29, 2010

GoodBye Paul

The Kundalini of Christ

Newspapers a Bigger Opium Than Facebook

Cricket and Corruption Go Hand in Hand While The Nation Sleeps

Fashion and Style

Sebastian and The Blogger

Tejas Marfatiya Weds Mansi .. 28 November 2010

Dogs Dream of Heaven Too

Who Says I Have Forgotten Anthony Posey Poet Of New Orleans !

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

The Sacrificial Goat in India and The Sacrificial Hijab in France

More Than Governance It Is This Garment That Gives Him Nightmare

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he stomps his feet
he curses he swears
hate for the hijab
on the soul of
his nations economic
failure he bares
a black hooded
garment that scares
he bans it
he criminalizes it
one garment
you cant wear
he sounds
psychoanalytically
unsound mentally sick
he sounds unfair
a dementia hijabphobic
a disease very rare
caught in a snare
all night long
in the darkness
of the boudoir
vacantly he stares
they make an odd pair
more than inner wear
it is this outerwear
that gives hm
perpetual nightmare
hitting him in the guts
of his flamboyance sans flair

Sebastian The Artist At Work

Sunday, November 28, 2010

There Is No Solution to Corruption and Scams

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embedded
in the soul of our nation
lies corruption and scams
politics bureaucracy
robbing the wealth
its resources
their evil minds
programmed
on the face of humanity
another door slams
the common man
slaughtered
like a sacrificial lamb
towers built
on the dead bodies
of martyrs posthumously
rewarded decency be damned
robbing their widows under
every pretext and sham

One Year Old

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what lies beyond
she knows
as she
beautifully grows
a street photographer
walking the walk
like firoze
with a nikon
D 80 camera
images flow
now three
although
marziya shakir
a tear drop
of hope
that on the cosmic
consciousness
of this street poet
froze poetry
within the silhouette
of prose a wounded
world enumerated woes
where man with another
man comes to blows
those who talk of love
with hate emotions show
running faster than time
yet too slow on a
tight rope to and fro

Nostalgia Old Age Memories of Spain

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a jesuit
of spanish origin
talks to a spanish visitor
unlocking memories
on hold from within
a white man
our jesuit
now a mumbaikar
with a mottled
brown skin
a generous wrinkled
double chin '
a wee bit stout
not thin
through the soul
of peace and humanity
on a spin
his parishioners
his only kith and kin
through the lords prayer
their trust he must win
humility the essence
of his reality no other sin

The Spartan Abode Of The Jesuit

as he ages
gracefully
the days
work done
on the computer
he sits
browsing
the world beyond
the keyboard he hits
memories come flashing
by his childhood in Spain
his family close knit
he left them all
his fate to the lord
the holy spirit
helping the poor the needy
spreading a message
of peace and humanity
he took on the padre's outfit
learnt marathi became
a mumbaikar he readily admits
his soul newly lit
st peter church bandra
where he will lie
his final obit
to the service
of life here after
he will submit
spiritual determination
essence and grit
the pathos poetry
of life resurrection
of a jesuit

Married To Darkness and Despair

The Street is where God Lives
what you dont want to
someone else as gift
of darkness he gives
he only hopes that
if his over generosity
hurts the recipient
by god for errors
of omission and commission '
he will forgive live and let live

Fashion Se Pet Bharta Nahi

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hum jahan the
wahan hai
koie kuch karta nahi
hamara mustakbil
savarta nahi
age badta nahi
beeta hua kal
taharta nahi
zindagi ka nam
hath gadi
paiya chalta nahi

The Dead Poets Fucked Hand














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tainted
untainted
all part
of a single
sacrosanct
group
one protecting
the other
all part of
a spectrum
han ji ya na ji
yes or no
caught in a loop
like dead flies
in a rotten soup
all part of
a politics and drama
no age group
rang aur roop
chaon aur dhoop
on the soul of 'a
beleaguered
nation beyond
Media scoop
littered on the
path that we
tread like a
stray dogs poop
investigations galore
one replacing the other
laughing all the way
to the bank under
a new raja of destiny
after the next elections
they will regroup
revitalized rejuvenated
recoup once again '
some more new scams
hula hoop to conquer
one needs to stoop




The worst outdated and most fucked part of blogging here at blogspot is Word Verification.. wake up dudes
I cant even cross blog from Fickr to Blogspot

Windows of Faith

St Ignatius Loyola

St Ignatius Loyola

Even Children Would Love To Hurl Shoes At Politicians


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the children of
this great nation
cant take it anymore
the children are angry
disgusted and sore
as peace bites the dust
hits the floor every time
there is a scam it gets
worse more and more
the nation decimated
divided treated like a whore
raking black money at
the expense of the
people the only score
laid back attitude
as non state actors
enter stealthily
from the seashores
security asleep
daydreams and snores
hospitality to terrorists
with open doors
dead bodies
dead memories
26/11 we ignore
making martyrs
of brave men
as the politicians
safe and sound
sleep indoors
pass the buck
on the soul
of humanity
blood and gore
god give us
good leaders '
the kids implore
as they too
hurl shoes
at a system
poisonously
politicized
we all deplore

Football Institute of Bandra St Stanislaus High School

Darryl Sebastian and Fr Jaun and Blogly Me

Darryl Sebastian and Fr Jaun

The Spartan Abode Of The Jesuit

The Spartan Abode Of The Jesuit

The Computer The Old Age Companion

Computers The Soul of Peace and Humanity

One Year Old

154,531 items / 1,207,642 views


what lies beyond
she knows
as she
beautifully grows
a street photographer
walking the walk
like firoze
with a nikon
D 80 camera
images flow
now three
although
marziya shakir
a tear drop
of hope
that on the cosmic
consciousness
of this street poet
froze poetry
within the silhouette
of prose a wounded
world enumerated woes
where man with another
man comes to blows
those who talk of love
with hate emotions show
running faster than time
yet too slow on a
tight rope to and fro

I saw the frame God pressed the trigger

Divinity and Humanity Face To Face

Darryl Sebastian and Me

The Good The Bad And The Blogly

St Stanislaus School ..Cradle of Football Players

St Stanislaus School Bandra .Top of The Top

Sebastian.. With Love From Spain

Fiddlers On The Roof

Jesus Christ was an extremist for love, truth and goodness. Martin Luther King

~ 2,000 years ago one man got nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be if everyone was nice to each other for a change. ~ Douglas Adam

Happy World Photography Day 2019

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