Friday, March 19, 2010

Matrix of Evil

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hurling insults
to the holy saint
is not about
criticizing a religion
its about hurting
the sentiments
of Indian society
promoting hate
creating enmity
matrix of evil
as it breaches
the cosmopolitan
secular soul
of our city
we live
in peace
with each other
on parity
till a rabid mullah
a serpent seed
destroys it
with his
we as humans
have a
god given
to follow
the religion
of our choice
to be what
we want to be
sufis shias or sunnis
the essence
of god
in humanity
he should be
no pity
the soul
of mankind
is the greatest

Gar Tum Mera Gham Samajh Lete

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jo tumne kaha
woh nahi kehte
yeh sach hai
main hijda hoon
gar tum
mera gham
samajh lete
tum paheli
ki trah
mere dil
main rehte
pe khadi
hoon tumhari
waqt ruka hai
pal to do pal
mere ho lete

As a poet I shoot pain ,as a photographer I poetize pain.I shoot truth a I saw it on the viewfinder of my soul,and as a person who has lived life I spoke to her wordlessly..we were one of a kind, yes she was a hijra I was a heterosexual male but both human.

I wanted to hold her hand and comfort her , yes she was a daughter too in the corridors of my mind.

Shooting hijras with a camera fuck , the whole world does it, shoot the hijra with your eyes , deglamorize her raw existence, demystify her androgynous soul..this is hijra capture on the memory card of your mind.

And if you want to know what a hijra is..for once give her your camera let her shoot you..yes you are a hijra too in your humanity...

I was walking to work and I saw a beggar hijra asleep , dead drunk on the road I took two shots..I captured the eternity of hijra pain.

I met hijras when I was getting off the train at Churchgate , I was dressed in saffron on my way to Murud to shoot the bullock cart race..I had my camera around me , but before I could react the three hijras bent down touched my feet ,, I did not take their pictures they had cleansed me holistically with their Touch.

I dont know Hijra history , I dont know anything about hijras I dont take notes , I dont ask their names unless they tell me or the other hijras tell me like in the case of Khushi and Kareena both beautiful transgenders , I dont ask for their home address I dont ask them for their telephone numbers unless they give it to me voluntarily..

At home my wife is comfortable with the hijras , Laxmi Narayan Tripathi my hijra Guru and her chelas have visited our home , Ritu Jijra and Nishi CD have come home too.

I had a message from a Hijra from Sri Lanka she wanted to meet me and shoot other hijras too I politely refused.

I am close to Heena Hijra from Peela House or the red light area but I have not visited her since a very long time.

Teri Duniya Se Door Chala Jaoonga

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kasme vade
jhute bandhan
sab chod chadkar
main teri duniya se
door chala jaoonga
tuh lakh bulayegi
main palat kar
phir kabhi
nahi aoonga

Death is the ultimate release of my poetry of life...And I eagerly wait to get a fuck of this place ..the world I live in is a mirage a robbers den , a world where cheating, robbing murder rape is a way of life and I cant transform my soul to my surroundings so I look forward to an end that like a film ending in a Bollywood scene of a dying man is taking a lot of time.I am living my death throes dramatically.

Yes these are dark thoughts , depressing thoughts I am not a part of a laughter club of poets ..I am a life member of the Dead Poets Society I want the poem of my life to end and this is my obituary..

No I am not going to slit my wrists , I do no want to make metaphoric love to a running train , I have no fear of drowning..

The only thing wrong in my picture is the grave , I have requested my family not to bury me in a Shia cemetery , I have left it to my wife and children to hand over my body to Medicine.

And I thought about this much before Mr Jyoti Basu had a desire to do the same and as a poet I will be happy if someone can see with my eyes or live with any part of my body fucked anatomy , and I doubt very much if anything could be gained as I am a severe diabetic.. my brain and my poets heart could be a collectible for all you know..the country always rewards you after your death luckily I have been a good Hindu and a good Muslim too and Jesus was never too far away .... so this my posthumous poem of life choked on the bend. I am only a speck of dust on the CCD of my lifes comatose consciousness .

Firoze Shakir Cosmic Poet Eternal Sleep

The Death Of The Bullock Cart Race

an obituary
of a beginning
of a race
now completely ends
no man is above the law
a message that it sends
no more bullock cart races
no more crazy bends
no more dogs
chasing the bullocks
on the sands as it wends
maharashtrian pride
time and tradition
bad karma portend
only the bullock
is the bullocks best friend
a ruling only the
court can amend

I Cannot Make It To The Hardwar Kumbh

Sometimes you have the inclination you have the gutsy spirit too but your destiny wont allow you to move out from the cage of your spiritual desires.

Yes I am grounded in Mumbai and the Hardwar Kumbh is a distant dream that will remain unfulfilled on my soul.

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj from Juna Akhada told me to come but its not possible my feet are frozen and I cant move a step forward or backward.

Hinduism is my birthright as much as it is yours I was born in India and proud of my cultural inheritance God was extremely kind over generous allowing my birth to take place in Hindustan.

I am a Shia Muslim but that is a spiritual pact a solemn pledge between the Maker and Me. It has nothing to do with you ,or your religiosity its my call my prerogative.

I have never racially profiled any religion, I have accepted the existence of all religion as a way of Life a Path to Oneness and Truth..

I am everything but yes I am not a Wahabbi that would be an insult to my mothers would be the greatest insult to me as a Muslim and a man who loves Humanity as much as he loves Hussain.

Being called a kafir would be a million times acceptable tome than a member of any Islamic sect that promotes hatredness or incites to kill and wage war against our country our people and our ethos.

Yes I am an Indian and this word encompasses everything I stand for as a human being.
I shoot all religion , I shoot all faiths I promote one faith , it is India ..a India that allows all religion to live in Peace.

I have been a victim of the 93 riots in Mumbai but I have moved on , my heart is very big but has no place to accommodate hate or vengeance.

We all make mistakes we learn , we re-educate ourselves with the experience we gain.

I want to visit a lot of places but it does not happen I have a camera and I cant travel.. people earn though what they shoot or write I dont , neither do I begrudge others who live and earn by making this their career.

I dont sell my pictures , nobody buys pain even if you give it to them gift packed and free.
I dont sell my words I am unpublished on paper destiny is not yet paper back , but yes I am read pictures I shoot are seen and appreciated too.. pictures I shot in humility and as ordinarily as I saw them on the viewfinder of my soul.

I have no pretensions of being a writer so I cloaked myself in the garb of a blogger , bloggers are hardly taken seriously but I think with 121,787 items / 820,233 views at Flickr I might have broken the myth sometimes promoted by media and the photo journalist fraternity..that bloggers love masturbating their lonely thoughts online..

I have no editorial constrains but I know my limit , I dont have to go under an editors desk to get my picture published and I know media will never publish my pictures unless I cut my wrist to prove that I am as human as my pain is..cutting my head with a sword suffices to express the mantra of my existence Ghame Hussain.

I shot what media does not shoot will not shoot yes I shoot ordinary pictures you make them extra ordinary as you read them a poetry and a dimension by your praise , and I did no want to get carried away or be blown by too much praise or even some peoples r hate for me as an Indian a black man fragmented genius or as a Shia I locked up my Flickr comment box for good.

I will open them once Flickr grows up and introduces Comment Moderation.

I have locked up my comment boxes at Blogspot Word Press too though they have comment moderation too.

The only place I allow comments is among my friends at Facebook..and Facebook is the only place that there is some Humanity online ..and if a friend you added turns out a turn coat you just remove or block him.

But because Facebook allows its members to download my hard earned pictures, pictures I climbed mountains barefeet to get them , I have locked up all my albums for good.

So these are some stray thoughts there are some pictures in my camera but I am too lazy to download them.. I am blogging this on a old picture shot at the Nasik Kumbh..

And I have a site , that was the source of my beginnings as blogger , I dont post my stuff here at all its more like an archive of my mouse written naivete ..

The blog stats here confound me completely.

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