Jab Hijde Ka Budapa Ata Hai

Jab Hijde Ka Budapa Ata Hai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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jab hijde ka
budapa ata hai
doodh ka doodh
pani ka pani
ho jata hai
hijda rat ke
andhere
se ghabrata hai
bagh main
naye hijdon
ko dekhhar
tilmilata hai
patjhad ki aad
main khud ko kosta
reh jata hai
apne lute zevar
ko dekhkar
khayalon
man kho jata hai
woh jawani
ka itrana
woh pyara
hasin manzar
yad ata hai
hijda badkismati
ke takiye
par sar pathak
pathak
ke so jata hai

ek khunkar maut
ka saya jhuriyan
bechaniyan
lekar 'hijde ke darwaze
ko khat khatata hai
jab hijde ka budapa
ata hai
luti hui jawani ki
yad dilata hai
hijda ek bar
nahi
kai bar
mar jata hai

If They Could Shoot Hijras Like I do

If They Could Shoot Hijras Like I do, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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humility
a spiritual avenue
if they could shoot
hijras like i do
to show you
without titillation
that hijras are
human too
unfortunately
a fucked specimen
in the human zoo
hate on the hijra
everyone spews
look around
social boycott
stigma
racial profiling
is it not true
for sanctimonious
society
hijra is taboo
why the hijra
is hated
they have no clue
kidnapping kids
forceful castration
hijra tales grew
from the soul
of mankind
the hijra
withdrew
neither man
nor woman
but from
all sides
they get
screwed
the hijra
disciple
the hijra guru
article 377
androgynous
souls slew
but in india
the hijra has
ancestry
ethnicity
if you see
through
ardh
nari nareshwar
interlocked
to the cosmic reality
of brahma
mahadev vishnu
it is not me
as a poet
photographer
but the hijra
my soul
pursues
through
the soul
of my
inner angst
i give the
hijra his due
a blogger
living in
a house
made
of bamboo
walls of bricks
not mine
by virtue

for stepping into my world of cosmic chaos i thank you

The Bleeding Mask

The Bleeding Mask, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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to survive
the onslaughts
of time
pain is a
i need
a pain on
the palm
of my destiny
i carried
blindfolded
on the scaffold
it was love
i married
the soul
of my sorrow
i hastily
buried
now back
from the dead
in a bleeding mask
wasted and wearied
trying to grow
back
into her heart
like a wanton seed
a dreamer
lost in a surrealistic
world
paper wings
is all i need
cannibalizing
my despair
on my flesh
i feed
a sunset
less in my life
for another
chance
i plead
words
on her
conscience
string of
broken beads

Born To Beg

Born To Beg, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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born to beg
was the heritage
of her birth
a few coins
thrown
in a aluminum
plate
is her life's
worth
tears
on the soul
of mother
earth
it would have been
mercy killing
if she had
died in childbirth
an eternal pain
part of her
child's girth


sometimes dying once is better than dying everyday