Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Marziya Shakir Prefers The Canon EOS 7D To Nikon D 80

Marziya Shakir Prefers The Canon EOS 7D To Nikon D 80

Marziya Shakir Prefers The Canon EOS 7D To Nikon D 80

La Ilaha Hussain Hai

Madad Ka Tarjuma Hussain Hai

"Sayad-e-Aalam K Dil kA Chain Zinda Hai
Haidar-e-Karrar K Dil Ka Chain Zinda Hai
Kehdo Ye Zamane K Yazeedo Se
Parda-e-Ghaib Main Abhi Ek Imaam Zinda Hai.

Salam Ya Hussain Salam Ya Hussain(A.S)...

Azeem Tha Azeem Hai Azeem Tar Hai Ya Hussain(A.S)
Khudae Pak Ki Nazar Teri Nazar Hai Ya Hussain(A.S)
Yeh DilBhi Tera Dil Nahi Khuda Ka Ghar Hai Ya Hussain(A.S)
Wahan Wahan Azaan Hai Jidhar Jidhar Hai Ya Hussain(A.S)......................
Sina Ki Nok Par Buland Zindagee Ko Kar Di Azem Kaam Kr Diya
Salam Ya Hussain Salam Ya Hussain(A.S).................

“Ankhon k sahilon pe jo ashkon ka hai hujoom. Shayed ghum-e-Hussain (A.S) ka mausam qareeb hai.”

Sajday men rakh ke sar ko na uthaya HUSSAIN (A.S) ne Meray HUSSAIN (A.S) ki ab tak namaz jari hai.”

The Dance of Death..

Qatil kabhi maqtool ka matam nahin kartay.”

“Ye log Hussain (A.S) ka ghum kion nahin kartay,
Dum Aal-e-Muhammad (A.S) ka har dum nahin bhartay;
Maloom hua Hafiz-e-na-cheez ko ye raaz,
Qatil kabhi maqtool ka matam nahin kartay.”

Socho k kitna pakeeza hai khoon-e-HUSSAIN (A.S), Jab gira tau khaak-e-shifa bana dia.”

The Shia Hindu..More Human Than You

Maana ke muslman ki pehchan hai kalma, Aur kalmay ki pehchan Hussain Ibn-e-Ali (A.S) hai.”

Makkah HUSSAIN (A.S) se hai, Madina HUSSAIN (A.S) se,
Quran hai HUSSAIN (A.S) se, Kaaba HUSSAIN (A.S) se;
Qayim hai ye Namaz, ye Roza HUSSAIN (A.S) se,
Baqi hai LA ILAHA ka kalma Hussain (A.S) se.”
“Deen ka sultan Hussain Ibn-e-Ali (A.S) hai,
Ik bolta Quran Hussain Ibn-e-Ali (A.S) hai;
Maana ke muslman ki pehchan hai kalma,
Aur kalmay ki pehchan Hussain Ibn-e-Ali (A.S) hai.

ya hussain ya mazloom

“Deen-e-Khuda k waste sar bhi kata dia,
Nam-e-Hussain (A.S) shoq-e-shahdat ka nam hai;
Aaj Karbala mein 72 ka hai chehlum,
Ye Hussain Ibne Ali (A.S) ki qarbanion ka naam hai.”

ya hussain alvida

“Kya jalwa Karbala mein dikhaya HUSSAIN (A.S) ne,
Sajday mein jaa ke sar ko kataya HUSSAIN (A.S) ne;
Khush bakht HURR (R.A) tha aap k qadmo mein jaa giraa,
Soya naseeb us ka jagaya HUSSAIN (A.S) ne;
Nezay pe sar tha aur zaban per thi aaytein,
Quran is tarah bhi sunaya HUSSAIN (A.S) ne.”

Sar na detay Hussain (a.s) ibn-e-Ali (a.s) agar, Sari dunia Yazeed ho jati."

Aussie Racist Hijra in a Hijab

photo google images

racism is the game
a few play
in the racist poetry forum
everyday
behind the back of an indian poet
his poem they slay
defenders of anti-racism who love to betray
siding with a loose bowel kindness repay
as for awesome
snob braywell
castrated balls on a tray
an Aussie Racist hijda in a hijab
in the Israelis pay
also takes blood money from the CIA
pederast loves bonnie babies
yes allegedly he is gay
giving competition to Irish Roman Catholic priests
on St Patricks Day
he is on the hit list of the IRA
at the racist forum in a poetic fray
his hate his racism for muslim women indian women
as wretched poetry display
he has lost it all I can say
say well loves Gangubai the Gonrroheal whore
mother Boy o Boy of Bim Bombay
who is a Mumbai Cages veteran
does the mujra and the cabaret
she has given him a venereal bouquet
for not having paid her for her services
Feb 14 2006 Valentines Day

ram ram ram ram

this is my first bhajan dedicated to my childhood friend ramesh mulchandani, who has saved me and my family from self destruct ...yes he is a hindu...as much as i am a muslim..we share a single mother the land we love..beyond man made religiosity...




ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
bhagwan tere kitne naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
jab jab liya tera naam
pura hua mera adhura kam
bhagwan tere kitne naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
tu dil mein to charon dham
bhagwan tere kitne naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
sitaram sitaram
jai siyaram jai siyaram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
bhagwan tere kitne nam
teri bhakti ka parinam
maine dekha gokuldham
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
sitaram sitaram
jai siyaram jai siyaram
bhagwan tere kitne naam
teri bhakti mera kaam
mere lab pe tera naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
apas main bair
aur tu badnam
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
sare khun pe tera naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
tu ghanshyam tu ghanshyam
jai jai ram jai jai ram
jai jai ram jai jai ram,
tuhi amrat tuhi jam
jai jai ram jai jai ram
jai jai ram jai jai ram

radhe shyam radhe shyam
radhe shyam radhe shyam
jai ghanshyam jai ghanshyam
bhagwan tere kitne naam
tuhi allah iswhar aur ram
jai jai ram jai jai ram
jai jai ram jai jai ram
Hindustan ek aisa naam
Bhaichara mohabat satyakam
Hindu muslim ek sammaan
bhagwan tere kitne naam
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram
bhagwan tere kitne naam
bhagwaan tere kitne naam
tujko hum karte hain salaam
bharat mata tere naam
bharat mata tera nam
Hindu muslim ek sammaan
Allah ishwar tero naam
jai jai ram jai jai ram
jai jai ram jai jai ram
tuhi allah tuhi ram
ram ram ram ram
ram ram ram ram

O Priya O Priya from Singapore

She is a transgender
She is a Hijda
She is dark dusky
She is a beauty
undistempered
her feline felonies
you will adore
She is Priya from Singapore
She is seduction
no lip o suction
She is gutsy
She is busty
She walks over
your body
her movements all hardcore
her body hot dripping sweaty sex
a possibilty you wont ignore
before you put yours
you know what
slippery silently
into her minds sexuality
rear sided trapdoor
before it is over
the dance of death
you will be begging
asking for more
this a forbidden fruit
and for more
you will have to loot the store
her hardened nipples
twitching like fireflies
in a carnival
in the darkness of a dance floor
dancing with your left feet
a radio humping
to underscore
O Priya O Priya
from Singapore
love lorn
I cant find
your kind of love
anymore

the hedonistic hijra from hampi

humping away unprotected
unclostetted androgynous egress
undetected prophylactic less
life in a mess , bodily pain
a selfish soul undress
unable to suppress, nevertheless
an empty stomach , hunger
repossess ruins of hampi
a new soliciting address
naked flesh a battle field
naked soul a battle dress
customers from uk norway
germany italy finland and us
in transit loot and ravage
a caustic cause noblesse
unoriginal sin transgress
a failure posing as success
brickless walls soundless distress
face less mirrors to confess
the hedonistic hijda from hampi
hiv carrier ,catapulted to more regress
chemo therapy on a soulless abscess
neither man nor woman ..
mannequin paper soul
torn edges , lifes wasted
uselessness
clawless cold heartedness.



dedicated to my guru transgender lakshmi narayan tripathi with whom I spent a full quality time yesterday from afternoon till dawn at her house at Thane and later at her two year neice Pearl Kennedy Demellos birthday party , Laksmi s Hindu cousin is married to a Roman Catholic , pictures shot on F100 will post after I have them processed and scanned.

hijra in a spiders web

hijra hallucinations

a dancing thought
superbly caught
hijda hallucinations
overwrought
among the demented
denizens love
she sought
she sold it piecemeal
whole sale they bought
painful memories
scriptured misgivings
time had taught
anal hiccoughs
rectal remorse
that came to naught
todays freshness
tomorrow shall rot

Sufi Monk Shia Pandit

A sufi monk
A shia pandit
Two thoughts
Pretending to be one
A crescent and a rising sun
Two parallel lines
That on the soul s beaten track
Surreptitiously spun
Yes looking at them
Their detractors poke fun
A Single mother her
Twin Sons
One body one soul
Dust to dust ashes to ashes
In the long run

Another One Bites ...

Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust
Another one bites the crust
Blown up to smithereens
A world of cybernetic hate
Your own crooked shadow
You dare not trust
Libidinous lassitude
Passed away as second hand
Recyclable lust
Man sanctimonious slave
Born baptized accursed
What follows is a tragedy
unrehearsed
drowning in a watery grave
parched lips unquenchable thirst
poetic punishment as outburst
no more a poem hunter
just me in retrospection
my faith my thoughts encrust
the blasphemous balloon
empty aired sighing as it burst.

Enough is Enough

Enough is enough
Life is frickin tough
Congested chest
phlegmatic dry cough
Half open
Eyes unceremoniously
Playing blind mans buff
Photoblogging
In cyberspace
Marginalized by cybernetic hate
cobbled path so rough
fee fie fo fum
11000
blogs blown away in a puff

Nitihari Kingdom of the meek

Pictures that speak
Of human love
Different faiths
With hate you
Do not tweak
A slap
Resounding
On a mutative cheek
Blessed are those that
Raped sodomized
will be robbed for body parts
Nitihari the kingdom of the meek
Cannibalistic taste of society
Pinnacle of a pipsqueak
Says justice hold on
While I go take a leak

God made Man to Mock Mankind

god made man to mock mankind
yes at times i think our god is blind
time and tide fuck man from behind
a cruel thorn to the rose unkind
both pain and pleasure
equally conjoined
immortality he seeks
never ever finds
reincarnation
as a dog
his life rewinds
lifting his leg
a lamp post
both
his karma
his dharma
once again
entwined
man the saint
man the monster
man a madness
by a god
who came on earth
as the messiah
failed
killed by his own creation
crucified and maligned
yes god has distanced
himself from humanity
with his apathy to remind
that a beggar you are
you are a beggar you will
always be to
your fate consigned
within the prison of your
human cage confined
your soul fleshy in its nature
matter corroding
super subconscious mind


dedicated to Nice Jewish Girl..

who got deleted by time and tide
for shooting pictures
of girls
with their legs open wide

White God is More Racial than White Man

like slaughtered goat to
appease a white god
who mocks the color he denied me
none but the woes of my
pigmentation besides me
yes his laws , his nature derides me
my pride my self respect that guides me
within the words of my unwritten poems
as a refugee its her love that hides me
ironically she is a white goddess
from her own hated tribe she sides me

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