when did it happen how did it happen he does not know the flesh began to fall apart bleeding sore he was drunk dead drunk he slept with a leper whore life slipped out of his hands peace no more children throw stones at him as he begs from door to door pain painlessly growing at the core god alone knows what more is in store doomed destiny man marooned on mankinds shore
This is for Glenn Barton and Felice and the wonder mum Doris Losack 7th May 2008
Vote For Ashish Shelar - Hum Tumhare Sat Hain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Vote for Ashish Shelar hum tumhare sat hain, these were the words that resounded from all sides as Advocate Ashish Shelar BJP/ShiveSena began his rally at Bandra Reclamation..from here it went through the Muslim pockets of JJ Colony and than Nargis Dutt Nagar and finally moved house to house at the Transit Camp..Marziya accompanied me , and kept shouting Vote for Marziya hum tumhare sat hain the last lines she had quickly memorized from the crowds..
I did not follow the rally into the Transit camp..but came back to drop Marziya...
Ashish Shelar is very fond of Marziya ..who is a friend of his son Omkar and plays with Omkar's pet Labrador Lucky..
laxmi narayan tripathi hijda goddess this poets muse love means always saying sorry no excuse what the deuce she is painting new yourk red breaking news hijdaeroticness monochromatic melody in all its hues rabidly arousing sensuality rare reviews tantric sex a heart into the soul of the hijda a new fragrance of frivolity infuse he who has no teeth with the cavernous mouth a forbidden fruit he chews whiplashes wounds that heal but dont bruise a neck begging forgiveness no mercy from the noose
seems he wears his love on his arms love is silver love is gold love in bone love is uknown love is the only reward...... all else is flesh and bone
i was fucked much before i could fuck my luck in her back yard love is pimping for sympathy without a visiting card not even your testes from the vagaries of fucked love can you safeguard falling in love failing in love all the way to the graveyard although she deleted me from her fucked consciousness it hit me hard she loves an unpoetic guy physical Adonis mental retard this was a textless post took me off guard barefeet bard hardcore shia diehard she once called me a frickin shia thug my soul she scarred my multi colored arrogant hot spicy india ass she charred blow cold blow hard for my street humility my pedestrian pathos she had no regard using third party facebook application my fucked fate she loved to bombar…
Little Masseur Boys, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. These ar little kids who are from distant states far away from home , runaways, they come to Mumbai during Urus time , older guys like their soft massaging hands.Most of these guys give full body massage to the doped out horny guys on the Mahim beach..
Stop Crying Over Spilt Milk ..Anonymous Asshole, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Sometimes it’s wiser to be an asshole By and by it will sink in To reach your destination much before you begin A journey of a torturous spin Some you lose some you win Three line poems unwashed repressive In a recycle bin.. The rest hanging to dry on an Imaginary foreskin Cybernetic love on a swivel pin stop crying over spilt milk a dead indian in a sheeps skin seminal solitude hererin Lighting a path Darkness within Man born to Fuck women Yogic Kundalini Uncoiling the serpent That you call the original sin Playing it by ear.. Tender notes on an old violin To her bruised ego and chagrin Hit hard on the rebound You take it bravely on the chin
“Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust.”
“I understand with love comes pain, but why did I have to love so much?”
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”
So many memories on the battlefield of her young life Poetic nostalgia Killed maimed and slain At her feet paying tribute To this young Queen of Pain Brainless hearts Heartless brains All seeking her patronage She freedom seeking In a cybernetic gilded cage Nappy wearing Cupid Arrow headed also her page The fool the wise also the sage Her wisdom seek and engage Poem hunter poems Poets seeking center stage But pain of not falling in love Only the…
Peace A Prostitute a Whore, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. peace a prostitute a whore sleeps with warlords political pimps religious renegades terrorist tyrants peace legs spread opening her doors spreading animosity much more evil in store peace a whimper a lions roar peace a serpent seed a wanton seed a venereal sore peace incestuosly sleeps with war brother and sister yes family no more peace a global street walker waiting for a next trick to score
Have Soul Will Travel-Appu, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. no hands no legs flies sting and go mosquitoes bite him so ants bother him more goats push him wieght throw trouble him hardcore someone to wipe his ass someone to help him piddle someone to bathe him someone to comb his hair he would live love and die for no life is not what it was before a tragedy that limbless in akimbo took away his crabs pincers that he cant cry out for a manhood as decor he makes love to the floor he cannot unbolt the door no not yet he has not slept with a whore have soul will travel no feet no shoes no shoe store he has no one but his god and himself to speak for he begs with dignity at chor bazar at st micheals church a fate he holds still for enough is enough he tells me this worldly life no not anymore .