Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Sleep in a Basket

Dreamless sleep in a basket..
Nightmares nebulously
nefarious in a casket.
And fate , illfated
cant even mask it.
And bubbling hope
breaking
unweaned
through
the gasps in a gasket

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Labyrinths of Loneliness

Labrynths of Loneliness
Muskurate hue Phoolonse khilna humne seekha hai
Mohabbat karke bhi dehka Masala usme theeka hai.
Shaamat aiee thi meri.. Niwala mooh me phika hai.


TRANSLATION OF MY URDU POETRY
I leant to smile looking at flowers
I fell in love to find
that the ingredients in love
were far too spicy.
My accursed days had come
I took a mouthful
and found it was salty too

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Reflected Light Of My Rings.

Date: 12/01/2005 Time: 06:04 AM

Reflected Light of My Rings.
My Love On Gossamer Wings.
Happiness in Silken Weaves.
Like a Shawl
Wrapped
Around My Soul.
She sings.
And tremulous tears
To my eyes she brings.

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Firoze Shakir.,1976..Kenna

Alas how swift the moments fly ,
How flash the years along
Scarce here, yet gone already by
The burden of a song
See childhood, youth , and manhood pass,
And age with furrowed brow;
Time was .Time shall be - drain the glass-
But where is Time now?

quincy adams ..the hour glass

1976 I used to work in a branch of Burlingtons of Bombay , this was at the branch at Oberoi Sheraton .. this was a world within a world. ..I was learning fashion designing from Mrs Jennifer Kendal wife of the actor Shashi Kapoor who acted in all Ivory Merchant Productions., Mrs Gabriella Kapoor wife of my boss Mr Andre Kapur.. this hotel was on the bay called Marine Drive..
My salary was Rs 700 per month.. it is on this salary that I got married in 1977,,after my girlfriend broke up with me and I took too drinking and drugs..and I was the most famous guy on the block as I spoke French , some German.. read Eliot, James Jyoce Sartre, Kierkgard, Camus,Salinger, Malamud, Koestler,I was stylish even on a Rs 700 salary.
And the coin round my neck is the Kenna .. Papua New Guinea
A guy from Australia who was desperate for my ass gave it to me .
my ass didnt go places.. I kept it to myself..
And I will in cicrca 2005 add a tatoo to my ass Made In India..Export Quality..

THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN BY LATE MR KEN LYNN SOCIETY PHOTOGRAPHER.

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Thinking Man

Mumbai the heart and soul
that was once Bombay
Poona metamorphosed as Pune
games that politicians play
in power they have to stay
regionalism
fractured favoritism
parochialism
as human hearts
from other indian regions
they betray
with false hopes
false promises
every day
jai maharashtra
jai mumbaikar
slogans
that break heads
break bones
a tax the migrant
must repay
heads made of molten brass
held on feet of clay
political deities
greater than
greater India
they say
god show them light
of peace and humanity
a sincere solemn prayer
if only they would care
angels watch with envy
as fools who do and dare

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Marziya Shakir Worlds Youngest Street Photographer Turns 4 Tomorrow

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Marziya is lonely as her best friend her grand mother my wife has gone on a pilgrimage , Marziya played games with her grand mother , and they hit of like bread and jam.. Marziya loves her grand mother intensely passionately, I told her Grand Ma will pray for her at Bibi Sakinas tomb , Bibi Sakina is daughter of our revered Imam Hussain grandson of the Holy Prophet..She than retorted Dada she wont pray for you because you always fight with her..

Marziya has not been well since two days cough and cold , but she sat on my computer and her favorite is Chulbuli You Tube..

Tomorrow Marziya Shakir turns 4 year old she shares the birthday with my ex boss Mr Kishore Bajaj of Badasaab Bespoke.

She wants to give money to the Umbrella Lady who sits at Bandra Reclamation , Marziya Shakir shares her pocket money with beggars

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Fucked Between Two Parallel Lines

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Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?



Yeh Mahalon, Yeh Takhton, Yeh Taajon Ki Duniya
Yeh Insaan Ke Dushman, Samajon Ki Duniya
Yeh Daulat Ke Bhooke, Rawajon Ki Duniya
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Har Ek Jism Ghayal, Har Ek Rooh Pyaasi
Nigaahon Mein Uljhan Dilon Mein Udaasi
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Aalam-E-Badhawaasi
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Yahan Ek Khilona Hai Insaan Ki Hasti
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Paraston Ki Basti
Yahan Zindagi Se Bhi Hai Maut Sasti
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Jawaani Bhatakti Hai Badkaar Bankar
Jawaan Jism Sajte Hain Baazar Bankar
Yahaan Pyar Hota Hai Vyopar Bankar
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Yeh Duniya Jahaan Aadmi Kuchh Nahin Hai
Wafaa Kuchh Nahin Dosti Kuchh Nahin Hai
Jahan Pyaar Ki Kadr Hi Kuchh Nahin Hai
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Jalaa Do Ise Fooq Dalo Yeh Duniya
Jalaa Do, Jalaa Do, Jalaa Do
Fooq Dalo Yeh Duniya
Mere Samne Se Hata Lo Yeh Duniya
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye, To Kya Hai ?

Film - Pyaasa
Lyrics - Sahir Ludhianvi
Music - S. D. Burman
Singer - Mohd. Rafi

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Why I Shoot What I Shoot Only God Knows

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My Wife And Me

Nov 22 its her birthday today and she is on a pilgrimage away from home her grand kids and rest of family..including the beggar poet of Mumbai

we are one
sometimes
it is true
most of
the times
we are two
different sides
of a single coin
god came
to our rescue
we got married
in Lucknow
33 years down
the line 3 kids
on the menu
we are a
strange couple
when people
who dont know
us see us together
they think the lady
in the burqa
is married
to a hindu
i walk barefeet
all of me
in a saffron hue
only during
moharam
they know
i am a shia
in a black
winding sheet
of ghame hussain
blood spilling
out through
doing tandav
on the soul
of shimr
a dagger
cutting flesh
muscle sinew
does it matter
as a street
photographer
i shoot hijras
as humanity
i have a hijra guru
i shoot
the naga sadhus
ganesha
durga shiva
brahma vishnu
hope and hindutva
is my cultural
inheritance too
peace is what
i pursue


my best friend
a street smart Brooklyn jew
dr glenn losack md
we both a motley crew

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