Playing The Xylophone Of Cosmic Love

Playing The Xylophone Of Cosmic Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Because the mind saw what it saw , it saw what the eyes dare not see it triggered a response and I shot the xylophone of cosmic love, it was vibrant soul endearing but time has taken its toll it has gone silent it plays the tunes of lost hope lost memories ..like drunken waves slashing the shores of nostalgia.


I call myself a beggar poet, I am not the kind of poet you will see on a poets podium reciting candy floss, I am not a Dalit revolutionary poet, I have no Marxist leanings ,and luckily I am a million miles away from Chattisgarh.. I dont possess porn or possessing porn would sentence me for life.. you are known by the books you possess ..I am not a Gandhian ...nor am I a follower of Anna Hazare..


I am me I am not into groups here at Flickr or Facebook , I will not click the Like buttons , I wont create a poetry or photography page I am happy where I am a single blog friendly window at Flickr.

I only shoot what I am destined to shoot I sometimes shot the same thing over and over again its like humping the same woman over and again till you get tired of humping and take a break from humps and bumps.

A poet may be married a bachelor or anything but a poem is created from seed of love it is love that nurtures his poetry.. hate does too but than does not work in the long run..

There was a girl poet called Amberlee at poetry site she hated Indians she hated Indian cows the grass chewing type she hated me because I told her to shut the Fuck up , she wrote a poem on me I suck guys and every possible form of hate she dumped on me this American poetess than I wrote a poem called Pussy Fat Pussy Fat where have you been.. she has not been seen till date.this is my most read poem on the Internet.. and another one Hijda Sex the Tantric way that has over 200000 views in 3 and a half years.

I wrote some crazy stuff and though it makes me blush I have not deleted them they will survive me even after I am dead and gone.

I try not to post them as links on Facebook so as not to add fuel to fire ...and it is these posts and the hijra posts only that push my stats to 20000 views every day.I am ashamed sometime at my notoriety to fame.

So when I am plunged int the darkness of desires and bitten so to speak by a new hope of light that inflames engorges my creativity and a bit of my languishing libido I welcome change and have written freshly .. poems that wont even make pre pubescent teen turn red ..I am trying to clean up my act write simple poems..understandable so I use the same key words over and over again..

And I also know I wont ever be published so I stopped approaching publishers completely.. I am my own pirated version online.. and I am grateful to a smelly cat for making me more vibrant positive .. I am an erotic poet so it is tough writing poems with a a huge boulder placed on the gonads of doom and destiny.

And I have lost count of the poems I write as some of the are poems too though I have not annexed them to my pictorial soul..they are wordless and speak within the eloquence of silence.


And I hate cricket I hate politics I hate Whabbism. is putting it mildly.. call-it reverse racism on the soul of my poetry.