Saturday, February 27, 2010

Love is a Weapon With a Razors Edge

it cuts your heart
your soul
your balls
with ease
love is a weapon
with a razors edge
women love
to use and tease
if you please
women
use it artistically
like a butcher
on your testicular
fortitude
wearing nothing
but a chemise
they bring you
down on your knees
love an emotion
you cant buy or sell
it is given by woman
to man
on lease
even with eyes
closed
she sees
feminine
synergy
till she
takes another one in
you are history
woman a whore
a goddess
a complete mystery

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Lab Pe Ata Hi Ek Bat Kehte Hue Ghabrata Hoon

lab pe ati hai ek bat
kehte hue ghabrata hoon
apni kismet se teri
taqdeer ko azmata hoon
teri khushiyon se
door chala jata hoon
yeh sach hai
tu kisi aur ki hai
main tujhe chahta hoon
main daw par
apni zindagi lagata hoon
lab pe ati hai bat
kehte hue ghabrata hoon
though I have deleted her
from my consciousness
wohi poem main bar bar
apne dil aur dimag ko
sunata hoon

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Molten Tears of Pain

the path of pain
it hits your soul
before it hits your
mind heart or brain
holding her parched flesh
from one end of despair
to remorse by a karmic chain
yes I shoot beggars
they shoot me without eyes
for we are both products
of karmic pain
her pain is greater than mine
my pain goes away her pain
lives all over again
her name is Maria
she clings to Jesus
I live through Hussain
boran road bandra
is her den
shot by firoze
once shot by Glenn
she is marked by life
death cant shoot her
Amen

to kaushik dutta

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My Room of Sorrow

the only
thing that does not sleep
is my comp when darkness
creeps through
internet wires
into my soul it peeps
my room of sorrow
pain as treasure
i cherish and keep
neighbors envy
family's black sheep
poetizing pictures
of life
on a garbage heap

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Grapes Are Sour

though i have
deleted her from
consciousness
i keep thinking of her
every minute every hour
on my mind she flowers
grapes are sour
hungry I devour

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I Cannot Let Her Go

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though
I have deleted her
from my consciousness
I cannot let her go
she is the power of my poetry
through her my poetic soul flows
even after loving her so much
she took in another man
showed me the door
she has changed
she is no more
what she was before
wherever she went
I kissed the floor
though
I have deleted her
from my consciousness
I love her hardcore
trying to reach her
on the other side
of the shore
will she or will she
not respond
I am not so sure
love a disease
for which even
god has no cure

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I Have Gone Into Hiding

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i have decided
never to fall in love
ever again
stiletto trampled heart
my crushed word
infested brain
in one stroke
both the pillars
of my fragmented
poetic genius
she has slain
no i tried
i could not find 'love
down her drain
a thought
that causes me
endless pain
my loss
another mans gain
the same wealthy guy
with a horny
leg fucking
Great Dane
her lover
remains
she has
written me off
i have gone
into hiding
loves labor lost
poetic efforts
all in vain

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Searching For Love

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We all fall in love sometime or the other but the poet needs to be in love all times , for the survival of his pedestrian verse in my case , bringing alive emotions from the catacombs of my word clustered head.

I am a married man should not be an excuse for not falling in love with women , my love for a woman is Sufi oriented less fleshy more mindless spiritual...I find love but lose it too, and searching for love in a toilet drain is what this poem for a heartless woman I met and parted ..she has flushed all poetic feelings and here I am giving it a last try to retrieve my poetic self respect ,and entering the narrow parth within the toilet bowl, is entering ones own mind..

searching for love
that she flushed in anger
my woman a heartless heart
a careless brain
seeking for hope
happiness that lies
in the abyss of my mind
down the drain
falling in love
net loss no gain
a world of passion
hitched to poetic pain
on my wretched soul
purple haze acid rain
she calls me insane
she loves another person
more wealthy a bachelor
home car and a pet Great Dane
she sees no future with
unpublished poet an unknown
no funds or future to sustain
she is human but shrewish humane
I am her pet poodle on her chain
though I have deleted her from
my consciousness she enters my mind
again and again and again
memories and membrane
lost illusions in a one way lane

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Lab Pe Athi Hai Ek Bat Kehte Hue Ghabrata Hoon

lab pe ati hai ek bat kehte hue ghabrata hoon
jab woh rooth jati hai main unhe palkon pe bhita tha hoon
yeh bat aur hai woh kisi aur ko chahti hai
main use chahta hoon bar bar main
apna hale dil berukhi main deewaron
ko sunata hoon although
i have deleted her from my consciousness
ek bar phir unse milne ka hausla
badata hoon
lab pe ati haii ek bat kehte hue ghabrata hoon
andhere main
sheeshe ke samne apne ap ko sunata hoon

and this is to a woman who spurns my poetic soul for the body of another man...

love means never having to say sorry for the poems you write

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Lab Pe Athi Hai Ek Bat Kehte Hue Ghabrata Hoon

ab pe ati hai bat kehte hue ghabrata hoon
jab jab woh unchai se girti hai use bachata hoon
yeh bat aur hai ke main use chahta hoon
wo aur kisiko chahti hai
main uska number lagata hoon
woh kisi aur ka number lagati hai
meri lash ko bhulaka kar
wo kisi aur pe ansu bahati hai
yeh bat sach hai woh mujhse jyada
kisi aur ko chahti hai
apni khamoshi see isi tarah
mujhe satati hai
that I have deleted her
from my consciousness
yeh bat bhi uski yad dilati hai
jhute dilase mujhe dekar
woh uske gun gati hai

this poem is written with a woman in mind..she has spurned my poetry for another mans poem..

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Hijra Beauties at Haji Malang

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Ritu Hijra in Bloom

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The Captain of The Ship

This was a blank post I now add a poem to a devotee of Bam Bam Bholenath like me Director Saab Ashok Tyagi of Don Ke Bad Kaun

he is the captain of the ship
a beacon of light with
firm directorial grip
his faith friendship
he uses love instead
of a whip
like me a lover of beauty
he too has seen failure
success
hardship

a slip
between love
her bounteous lips
the pendulous shake
of her bounteous hips
mind over matter
as a poem trips
a nasha my soul drips
a heart beat skips
my soul
more than her soul rips
in her spectral light
my naked soul strips
on my testicular fortitude
the ungrateful
woman I love
uses the bull whip
her flesh my flesh
a strange kinship

And I also dedicate this poem to the greatest actor on Earth Mr Rajesh Khanna...at his feat in all humility..

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Ritu Hijra In Bloom

I am back at my Flickr, at my Hijras at Haji Malang 2010 set , I had completed posting the pictures totally 1374, but as I was not in the best frame of mind I have not added detail or description and titles on them..

And I am sheer lazy to do the needful and out of these 1374 pictures I have just added a few to my Hijra eunuch blogs and a few to my Blogspot sites and my favorite haunt Facebook.. and she has no time to access her account to see what I have written about her my poetic love pangs , a poet needs love to poetize pictures he shot on the soul of his frail human consciousness...

I know a lot of people in love with hijras and happily married , I know women who have married men who are cross dressers but most of them live happily ever after ..
I love women , because women gives you a Nasha no hijra can give.. I cannot imagine Marc Anthony falling in love with a hijra instead of Cleopatra..

I have met a lot of married men happily married and who love banging hijras , but do it on the sly..I knew a guy a hotelier who needed hijras as man needs air to breathe..he was hanging around all the hijra joints even Kamatipura Hjra Gully No1..

I dont blame them love is such a powerful emotion if Mary Magdalene could fall in love with Jesus than what more can one say about Love.

And whatever intolerance or bigotry in India I almost puked thinking that MF Hussain Saab wants to take Qatari citizenship...I mean one can understand USA , Canada UK but a place like Qatar that does know art from its ears to its elbow,,,

Anyway thats not part of my menu..I leave it to India uncut and other Blogspot Bloggers.

My poison is Hijras , Love Street photography and pedestrian Verse ..and I dont think 200 pictures in an album can hold the soul of the barefeet blogger of Mumbai at Facebook.

120,518 items / 786,845 views this is my current position as a Flickr Pro member.

And I goofed the Hijra dance function of a Bandra Bazar boys wedding was last night , I forgot all about it and I met the new bridegroom he said Reshma Hijra of Lal Mitti who performed last night missed me the most.

So this hijra description work I shall do it in my stride and depends on the creative juices my brain excretes.. oops secretes.. ha ha ha

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