Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Poet In A Cosmic Cell

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from the cosmic cell
that holds my mind
my soul my spirit
my poetry i wont
to break my prison
bars i shake
hitting
the computer
keys all
night awake
what i give
she wont take
my freedom
on the soul
of despondency
at stake
impassioned
words muted
in silence
slithering
in my skull
like baby snakes
tempestuous
thoughts
body ache
a thirst
from
a broken
pitcher
i slake
on the mound
of my morbidity
a tragic
earthquake

Home Beyond Home For Old Age Dreamers

My Future Is a Silhouette Within A Fucked Sunset

To The Ministers In Parliament

These Are Sonakshi Sinhas Trophies

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I was at Mr Shatrughan Sinhas Saabs house day before yesterday for some work and I took permission from Punamji her Supermom No1 and took this shot..and I have written a poem on Punamji but waiting for a good picture of mother and daughter that Punamji promised to email me.. it hasn't come as yet.

Both Luv and Kush are growing great guns.. and this Family No1 in my life will soon be shifting to Ramayana Juhu their old house that is being done up and refurbished.

Shatruji according to Mrs Punam Sinha is on Cloud 9 his feet hardly touch the ground.

The Gods have favored them with his bounty and his generosity.

I am connected to this family since late Hamesh Malhotra Saabs Phaansi..

Sonakshi is from her fathers nickname Sonuji and Sonakshi means Goddess Parvati.

I Shoot Street Barbers .. People Call Them Hajam

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jab tak
main tera
gale par
wastra
rakta hoon
hilna mat
gandu
dil tham
warna
ek jhatke
main
hojayega
kam tamam
ram ram
so
the fucker
shitting
in his pants
sits still
as he
goes
through
the motions
of the rusty blade
Wilkinson
this barber
also a poet
known Billo Hajam
works at bandra
but lives
in a shanty
at film city
near gokuldham
he cuts your nostril
hair your smelly armpits
makes you bald
with the froth
of your hair
on the edge
of his palm
cool and calm
his name
is Radheshyam
originally
from UP
through my blogs
he sends
my cherished
readers namaste
dil se
bahut salam
his customers
mostly Hindus
some
followers of Islam

Tadgolawalla

I shoot tadgolawallas all over Bandra Bazar Road , they are found mainly at Boran Road , opposite the fish market Bandra Bazar, near Bandra Ram Mandir and near Bandra Jain Mandir.


The tadgolas cost about Rs 45 to 65 a dozen depending on availability.

Marziya and her dad love peeled tadgolas i eat them with the skin .. and spit out what I cant swallow.

Its tough removing the tadgolas from the coconut like shell that holds about 4 in a chamber..

Jab Budhapa Ayega Mera Pajama Apne Ap Dheela Ho Jayega

jawani main chada
rehta tha
ada rehta tha
crease pe khada rehta tha
jab sailab ayega
jab budhapa ayega
mera pajama
bhi peela ho jayega
apne
ap dheela
ho jayega

viran hai meri neenden taaron se le gavaahi

barbaad main yahaan hoon
aabaad tu kahaan hai
bedard aasmaan hai ...

aawaz de kahaan hai ...

kareeb hai shab-e-gham ki sahar udaas na ho

Lyrics

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Female version

mujhe gale se lagaa lo,
bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

intezaar ka dukh ab kahaa nahin jaataa
tadap rahe hain muhabbat
rahaa nahin jaataa
tum apne paas bulaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

bhatak chuke hain bahut
zindagi ki raahon mein
mujhe ab aa ke chhupaa lo
tum apni baahon mein
mera ?? lagaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

kareeb kaa?? milne ki pyaas chalti hai
sulag rahaa hai kadam(?)
aur rooh jalti hai
??? bachaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

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Duet version

mujhe gale se lagaa lo, bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

nazar mein teer se chubhte hain ab nazaaron se
main thak gayi hoon sabhi tootate sahaaron se
ab aur bojh na daalo
bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
mujhe gale se lagaa lo

bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa,
magar udaas na ho
bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa,
magar udaas na ho
kareeb hai shab-e-gham ki sahar
udaas na ho
bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa

sitam ke haath ki talwaar toot jaayegi
ye oonch-neech ki deewaar toot jaayegi
tujhe kasam hai meri hamsafar udaas na ho
tujhe kasam hai meri hamsafar udaas na ho
bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa
na jaane kab ye tareekaa ye taur badlegaa
sitam kaa gham kab museebat kaa daur badlegaa
mujhe jahaan se uthaa lo, bahut udaas hoon main
hamen jahaan se chhudaa lo
bahut udaas hoon main
bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa
magar udaas na ho
kareeb hai shab-e-gham ki sahar
udaas na ho
bahut sahi,
gham-e-duniyaa

aj aur kal

With Due Aplogies To Naushad Saab Carter Road Will Always Be Carter Road

This Was My Moment Of Aberration I Dont Shoot Landscapes

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I shoot
shit
that lies
dried
crumpled
wrinkled
corrugated
on the streets


i shoot
whores
soliciting
in red
light areas
when
our
ill starred
souls meet


i shoot
men
in womens
clothes
hijras
in a heart beat
neither man
nor
woman
fucked
forever
incomplete

i shoot
lepers
blind people
cripple
beggar kids
urchins
in dust and heat
disillusioned
forever in defeat

i am a
fucked street
photographer
a beggar poet
demystifying
decoding
pain
on fucked
streets
barefeet
wrapped
in a black
bleeding
winding sheet

i am a shia
a hindu
a christian
a sufi
i am what
i am
a blog
within
a blog
personal
offbeat
a silent
soliloquy
in total
retreat

she
deactivates
me
time and again
moody
irrational
but from her
childs heart
she cant delete
to block
me once
full and final
close
the account
i plead


i dont
love her
poetic
postulations
on the soul
of blood
sweat
concrete
she dares
she bares
gives me
cold sweat
cold feet

a poet
his imagination
fecund moments
of his loony mind
without profit gain
or deceit


living
in the land
of his forefathers
the ganges
the himalyas
his heartbeat





wallowing
in the guilt
a brothel
of his mind
fucked
mumbai
streets

where an
empty stomach
hungry thirsty
with the soul
of a poet
competes
air water fire
who cares
if you have
nothing to eat

Kagaz Ki Nav Aur Yeh Duriyan

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woh wahan
main yahan
kafi majburiyan

Dil Hai Hindustani

The Beauty And The Beggar Poet of Mumbai

They Gave Their Time We Gve Them Our Blesssings

They Makes Us Proud as Indians

Media Turned A Fight Into a Revolution

Bachpana Bhule Hue Kal Ki Yad Dilata Hai

A Dog Too Is Bewildered By The Essence of Womanhood

The Smile Of Freedom From Luxembourg

No I Am Not In Love With You

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No

You are not in love with me ..Dont say that ..

This is not love ..

maybe you like me ..but this is NOT love ..

asaay love nai ho sakta .

ap mujhe jante bhi nahi



i am a poet
who hallucinates
lives 'in a world
of imaginations
a world
on insane
wings of fancy
i pursue
no
i am not
in love
with you
may be
your words
its true
caught
like a fish
in your net
stuck
to the shores
of your heart
like glue
why
why not
i have
no clue
my muse
my despair
my fear
my nervousness
my shadow
why argue
on
the shimmering
soul of my silence
a drop of dew
merci beaucoup
shivering
to your windowsill
i flew to touch you
a moment poetic
accidentally
grew
you
pure
pristine
me a
head
bleeding
shia hindu

The Center of Attraction

Lalbaugh Chya Raja Mukut Darshan 2019

I am perhaps the only Muslim shooting Lalbaugh Chya Raja for over 20 years or more ,,thanks to Mr Sudhir Salvi head honcho of the Mandal.....