flowers on his body now turned as heavy as chains on the soul of Christianity in Amchi Mumbai blows that rain crosses fall demolished blood flowing down the drain dear hon chief minister for once be human feel our pain dont politicize it as a plank for your next election campaign so much to your electorate you have to explain why are your people so cruel inhuman is the refrain through such heroics of demolishing heritage structures what do you attain illegal structures rise like towers of babel do we complain silently watching the beak dance of democracy what it contains so dear sir once just once be humane together for peace progress humanity honor retain
poet you might be living longer than me shooting poems i will be fuckin dead decapitated head to appease mans rotten soul i was bred i can fuck any she goat i want i dont need to divorce or wed thankfully i get laid i get my daily bread fattened i am well fed i dont have marital thorns on my bed i am single happy a peaceful path i tread chewing the cud instead cursing my human fate mocking my emotional mortality the bazar goat speedily fled leaving me wondering as i pondered plundered bleeding red monotonously walking ahead refusing to believe the reason they call me a dickhead my doomed destiny embedded on my forehead as fate grins seductively tempting me a gaping hole legs spread
My dear friend Ali Reza Shirazi has a tshirt store at Bandra Hill Road called Final Destination , the craziest collection of weird Tshirts that I come fr the heck of it and shoot.. it amuses him and the clients in his shop..
For me his shop is letting off steam from the pressure of work and life...
His shop is an extension of my own mind shop though... cramped with words upon words , trying to get the fuck out of my head... some make it some dont..
Most of my fucked words love to get attached to my hijra poems and I dont blame them my hijras would get you a rise in the worst recession of your life time..
I dont wear printed tshirts or printed stuff only tiger leper prints...and plain black body fits.. I dont wear shirts at all.. nor trousers or jeans I would have to be drugged to be made to wear it..
And I wear slippers out of necessity I hate footwear I …
This ends Marziyas tryst with the camera on holi day.. and she has shot all this hand held though her angle of view is mostly shooting up in the air... her subjects are taller than her in all aspect but she manages without getting intimidated at all..
hamara khoon bahe bahe ke yeh kehta hai ghame hussain hamare dilon main rehta hai yazidiyat ka har nayi bhauchar sehta hai kabhi kabhi jahan ham rehte hain wahan yazid rehta hai yeh ham nahi kehte uska iman kehta hai hussain ka dushman insaniyat ka dushman woh mauwiyah ka beta hai lamba kurta chota pajama sar par hare rang ka petha hai
the poetry of life through my camera lens i read peace the path to humanity beyond caste or creed humility better than excessive lust or greed a world god created both for the flower the neglected weed every kind of breed black white yellow all from a single seed a necklace made of colorful beads his wounds now fresh as they demolish his crosses viciously they proceed have they forgotten god gave his only son a sacrifice of a mother on the soul of humanity concede a travesty of roman justice truly he did not impede godliness lies in actions good deeds yes truly in mumbai the cross bleeds
Ujad Gaya Ummeedon Ka Chaman Phool Khilne Se Pahle, Mila Dard Her Rah Per Khushi Milne Se Pahle. Kaash Mera Koi Apna Hota Jo Mera Dard Baant Sakta, Uske Aansoo Main Thaam Leta Apne Haathon Me Zamee Per Girne Se Pahle.
Finally dripping from head to toe I reached the foothill from the top of the Taki Naki Shrines at the grave of the Eunuch Saint his biological son, the name plate has HIJDA written in Hindi, there are couple of graves here that I had shot from the peak of Taki Naki Shrines. The main grave is of Bibi Jamal the daughter of Jaipal Jadugar of Yore , she was sent by the Jadugar or the Wizard King to seduce the Kwajah Moinuddin Chisthti Al Sabri, when in those days the Khwajah had made this place his home , had gathered lots of followers who converted to Islam from the suffocating caste based religion of those days , mainly Hinduism. This angered Jaipal Jadugar he tried all his magical tricks to get rid of the Khwajah , even his own daughter begged forgiveness of the Khwajah accepted Islam became the Khwajah earliest …