Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Oh ! God When Will My Good Times Come

when will you
release me
from my fate
surmounting
debts as
my penniless
soul goes numb
when will you
double my income
oh god
when will my
good times come
no i dont want
nubile virgins
just call me
back as a beggar
back to you kingdom
everywhere i go
creditors kicking
my bum
no escape
from the fire
into
the frying pan
i jump
even the
neighbors dog
my bad leg
comes and humps
the local boys
learning tabla
use my ass
as a drum

Carrying The Sins of His Forefathers On His Head


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a heritage
bequeathed to him
he will not forget
he shares it with
all of you through
my picture of pain
overflowing through
the soul of the internet
yes he is a north
indian a bhaiyya
a cry in the wilderness
not responsible
for malaria
as someone
has said
he is a bharatvasi
the blood
of his nationality
like yours is also red
unlike those
who take bribes
unlike those
who rob and steal
unlike those who
empty the coffers
of our countrys
common wealth
honestly
with the sweat
of his brow
he earns
his bread
its a pity
in his home state
they wanted him
to build
lord buddha
dr ambedkar saabs
statues
that he fled
from gonda
he came to
mumbai
on the gorakhpur
express
to try his luck
instead
he tried
all the jobs
today this
tomorrow that
a bumpy road
lay ahead
he fell terribly ill
but because
they felt
that he was
the cause
of spreading
malaria
he was denied
a hospital bed
outside the sion
hospital they threw him
in a make shift shed


carrying the sins
of his forefathers
on his head
he bled
he bled
he bled

a pathos of a poem
introducing
you to the living dead

Shot By Marziya Shakir Nikon D 80

Jesus Hopes He Does Not Get Malaria in Mumbai

sitting in front of him is a bhaiyya or a north Indian man and beneath jesus's feet is a open gutter

the mosquito jesus and the bhaiyya both live in peaceful mutual coexistence

The Poet With The Porcupine Hair


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is a street photographer
shooting the angst
of the under privileged
their human flaws
empty eyed stares
life as they fare
next to nothing
just pain as virtue
on their naked
souls to bare
carrying the crucifix
caught in a karmic snare
god hears them alright
but the line is long
first come first served
it will be a long log
time when they reach his doors
before he answers their prayers
its the rich people who bribed their way
in front of the line with a new car
new mansions get away
god was over generous a bit
tired as they say ..when the times
comes for the poor to the rich all the goods
he has given away so the poor man in his hovel
will stay as he as always stayed
without god or gods aid a satirical poem
i wrote it through a mirror a picture
under exposed betrayed -
deliberately underplayed

The Soul of Our City Has Been Taken For A Ride

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to achieve the impossible
a moment of pride
through sheer bravado
our human faults
we hide
we take sides
we are not Indians
we are divided
by language
by culture
by caste
local
regional
ethnicity
while
giving
birth
to humanity
our god died
could not bear
the pangs of birth
the pain the ensuing
chaos that bought
darkness more darkness
where first there was light
we are cowards
its with our own we love
to fight from the core
of our indianness
in total flight

for the yet unborn child
entombed in his mothers womb
a stalking silhouette of soulless fright

Commonwealth Games Is All About Prestige

Sudhir Mishra
my doctor friend says that 30000 people have died of malaria during the past one year in mumbai alone .If this is true then is this not an epidemic ? is this not an emergency . .what other problem in india is the cause of so many deaths? should someone not be tried in the highest court of the land ? pls someone start a campaign and i am with u.

Facebook status of concern..

commonwealth games
is about prestige
while our beloved city
the elders mothers children
under siege
ek macchar
aur baki 420
political
chicanery
home crowds
to appease
human life
human death
on lease
a political travesty
of humanity
as they tease
imported
high end treadmills
more important
front page
news to please
a karmic pledge
of sorrow
for a better tomorrow
ample palms to grease
our embattled souls
at war where have
we time for peace
a system to degrade
our cultural values
of honesty integrity
as they fleece

the cure a placebo
by the government official
as a press release


inspired by Sudhir Mishra

The North Indian Manoos Is An Angry Young Man

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whichever
way you choose
the north indian
manoos
is angry man
hit hard by
a new thought
that like
mosquitoes
he spreads
malaria too
which
scientifically
methodically
is totally
untrue
a bias
for using
mustard oil
on his head
his love
for chhath puja
gets on the goats
of politicians
with a certain hue
why cant we
just be Indians
a simple
thought but true
a north indian
man fits
into any state
by Indianess
his peace
loving virtue
now if only
the state
where he
comes from
at the drop
of a hat
were focused
on development growth
did not build statues
he would have never
come to mumbai
i sincerely
promise you
to be treated like
a second class
citizen
while in mumbai jails
the don gets
biryani chiken tikka
mutton stew
newspapers
disposable razor
a box of scented
tissue
head above
shoulder
shampoo
a new flat
videocon
digital
television
to watch
salman khan
dabbang
bihari cop
making
his big boss
debut
kaun
banega
crorepati
is in the offing
crorepatis
all our babus
also a pair
of bali shoes
also a new computer
to send e mail
messages
to the Portuguese
government
of jail abuse

so now you
know why
the north
indian
manoos
loses his
fuse when
he is called
a mosquito
spreading malaria
typhoid jaundice
swine flu

A Poor Muslim Woman A Bleeding River of Pain


"There are many interpretations of Islam within the wider Islamic community, but generally we are instructed to leave the world a better place than it was when we came into it." ..

HH Prince Karim Agha Khan

outside
the bandra
bazar road
agha khani
jamatkhana
she will sit
beg do her bit
ironically
its hh prince karrim
agha khan
the only person
who wants muslim
women to be educated
self employed
so they dont get hit
when bad times come
to wit but the rest of
our community
uses women as a commodity
as a chattel face it
even if you dont admit
a sanctimoniousness
moral decrepitude
apathy nonchalance
the muslim woman
from the cradle to the grave
hastily
buried in a pit
the usual skit
triple talaq
early marriage
uneducated
illiterate
unskilled
to her fate she
must submit
bred on sectarian
strife sectarian hate
as muslims
we are hardly close knit
muslims love killing muslims
for every muslim killed by a muslim
it is allah gets badly hit on the face of it
bleeding scriptures a bombed mosque
dead bodies mangled hopes a dark path
waiting for a savior to come and save it

The Silhouette Of A Hijab

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the eloquence
of the hijab
its silence
as speech
a garment
of modesty
within
womans
reach
a musliam
garment
of peace
humanity teach
besides this
nothing
else to preach
everyone and each

Babuji Dheere Chalna Malaria Se Bach Nikalna

the guy
in the mirror
between two guys
getting a shave
a haircut is me
poet blogger
peddle pushing
free poetry
barberism
my favorite
category
bhaiyyas
going
about their job
silently

eve if you
dont read
my poems
the picture
you can see
a poor bloggers
word smithy
shooting
dogs
who shit and pee
not causing malaria
in the city
malaria
swine flu
jaundice typhoid
HIV virus
is caused by
north indians
says the soul
of political
aptitude
ingenuity
divide and rule
the only
health policy
fact fiction
fallacy

Facebook Is A Clothesline On Which My Poems Hang

clothes that
once saw
good times
good days
those happy
enjoyable
Sundays
birthdays
but too
much wash
rising
beating
robbed
them of
their soul
one day
now in tatters
like unread
poems
searching
for readers
everyday
luckily
hope on
a clothesline
is a wire
of the internet
has added
color to gray
poems have come
home to roost
poems
have come
back to stay
you see them
every time
you click and clock
my way
who needs
a coffee table book
when a facebook is
is the norm they say

Only Gods In India Are Human

they feel
they see
they watch
they breathe
their love
on the streets
Indian gods
with human feats
giving hope
giving assistance
through a light
entering a heart beat
whichever lane you take
you cant miss them
the ethos of faith and need
a temple of hope
planted as a seed
on a wall on a tree
rare exotic hybrid

Mosquitoes and Bhaiyyas Cause Malaria Political Message of Peace

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mosquitoes
come from north india
beggars and bayiyyas too
according to
politicians statistics
they are the cause
of malaria
jaundice typhoid swine flu
all the potholes
on the road
the houses that come
crumbling
down in the rains
the migrants
are responsible
that's their
honorable view
they may be right
the custodians
of the conscience
of our city
in lieu
the migrants
are more
they are few
to enter
the cauldron
of mumbai
at gonda
gorakhpur
faizabad aligarh
desperately
waiting in queue
yes the north indians
love amchi mumbai
as much
as we love it too
the call of bollywood
bhojpuri films
even the job
of a light man will do
if not as
pheriwala
ganewala
bhajiwala
limbu paniwala
thelewala
bhutewala
panwala
nai
dhobi
MTNL
linewala
paniwala
hath gadiwala
parsi dairy
doodhwala
bhangarwala
they are willing
to get
in any vacant shoes
some bhaiyyas
vegetable sellers
become wealthy
rich netas
solely by virtue
without
the bhaiyyas
i assure you
once and for all
mumbai
will not be amchi
mumbai
its true
once upon a time
not long ago
my own
father
mohomed shakir
not a bhaiyya
mind you
came here
to try
his luck
from lucknow
he and his wife
shamim shakir
gave all they had
both lie in a
shia cemetery
at mazgaon
with respect to
a stones throw
from where they
lie is the most
neglected
cemetery
of the
Baghdadi
Jews

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