bent on deplenishing his stock
murder mayhem killing arson
burning of churches round the clock
law and order failure
the criminal is free to walk
the political eunuch leaders
sweet talk
for the unborn child
on the threshold
at kandhamal mangalore
kerala madhya pradesh
a future shock
the land of ahinsa
on gandhi jayanti
the perperators
the sucked system mock
India shining
a boat in stormy waters
they rock
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Jesus in the Dock
Rosh Hashanah Dr Glenn
Says Appu My Best Friend
Rosh Hashanah Dr Glenn
You are the finest
Among all American men
I hear you are coming to Mumbai
But When ?
At Mahim St Michaels Church
I await you
the begging streets my den
I could have written you a nice letter
but you know I cant hold a pen
but I do think of you
now and then
I am learning
the English alphabet
I can count from one to ten
to sell the American Presidentship
Mc Cain certainly needed a woman
a cross between mary magdalene
and a stand up comedienne
Long Live the Vice President
Amen
Rosh Hashanah
from Wikipedia
Rosh Hashanah (Hebrew: ראש השנה, literally "head of the year," Biblical: IPA: [ˈɾoʃ haʃːɔˈnɔh], Israeli: [ˈʁoʃ haʃaˈna], Yiddish: [ˈroʊʃ hɑˈʃɔnə]) is a Jewish holiday commonly referred to as the "Jewish New Year." It is observed on the first day of Tishrei, the seventh month of the Hebrew calendar,[1] as ordained in the Torah, in Leviticus 23:24. Rosh Hashanah is the first of the High Holidays or Yamim Noraim ("Days of Awe"), or Asseret Yemei Teshuva (The Ten Days of Repentance) which are days specifically set aside to focus on repentance that conclude with the holiday of Yom Kippur. Rosh Hashanah is the start of the civil year in the Hebrew calendar (one of four "new year" observances that define various legal "years" for different purposes). It is the new year for people, animals, and legal contracts. The Mishnah also sets this day aside as the new year for calculating calendar years and sabbatical (shmita) and jubilee (yovel) years. Rosh Hashanah commemorates the creation of man whereas five days earlier, on 25 of Elul, marks the first day of creation.[2]
The Mishnah, the core text of Judaism's oral Torah, contains the first known reference to Rosh Hashanah as the "day of judgment." In the Talmud tractate on Rosh Hashanah it states that three books of account are opened on Rosh Hashanah, wherein the fate of the wicked, the righteous, and those of an intermediate class are recorded. The names of the righteous are immediately inscribed in the book of life, and they are sealed "to live." The middle class are allowed a respite of ten days, until Yom Kippur, to repent and become righteous; the wicked are "blotted out of the book of the living or in other words are sent to the Book of Death."[3]
Rosh Hashanah is observed as a day of rest (Leviticus 23:24) and most of the activities prohibited on Shabbat are also prohibited on Rosh Hashanah. Rosh Hashanah is characterized by the blowing of the shofar,[4] a trumpet commonly made from a ram's horn, intended to awaken the listener from his or her "slumber" and alert them to the coming judgment.[5] There are a number of additions to the regular Jewish service, most notably an extended repetition of the Amidah prayer for both Shacharit and Mussaf. The traditional Hebrew greeting on Rosh Hashanah is "shana tova", (pronounced [ʃaˈna toˈva]) for "a good year," or "shana tova umetukah" for "a good and sweet year." Because Jews are being judged by God for the coming year, a longer greeting translates as "may you be written and sealed for a good year" (ketiva ve-chatima tovah). During the afternoon of the first day the practice of tashlikh is observed, in which prayers are recited near natural flowing water, and one's sins are symbolically cast into the water. Many also have the custom to throw bread or pebbles into the water, to symbolize the "casting off" of sins.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosh_Hashanah
I am Zeenat the Eunuch She Cried
I met Zeenat the eunuch at Moti Katra Ajmer, she hails from the early African settlers known as Siddhi who settled down on the west coat of India known as Gujrat.
She thought I was a fashion photographer , and gave me some perspiring moments, all this was shot in Basanti the Eunuch Queens room in her absence..
Zeenath is the wildest eunuch, a strange anomalous primal force..
Man woman entwined
Orgiastic emotions
Roller coaster ride
Back drop silence
Seminal splurtings
At high tide and
Ebbed desires that
Slip and slide undried
Yes I am Zeenat
The Eunuch she cried
Passions of a lusty woman
Burglarized jewels
Of a first night
Castrated chaotic
Cataleptic coming of Age
An incomplete bride
The bed , the pillow
The bed sheet hidden pride
Rearing a hope
And a split
Open wide
Yes I am Zeenat
the Eunuch she lied
to be a woman
she tried ..
and gave birth
to this poem
before she died..
an uncut umbilical poetic pause
words bleeding and left inside…
miscarriage aborted .. agony
that she could not hide..
I am Zeenat the Eunuch
an epitaph ..
a mound
a tombstone
love denied.
dedicated to Samiya my daughter who still wonders why I write eunuch poetry..
Hardcore Eunuchs Watched ....
as the arrows fell
on the body of imam hussain
unrepentant hardhearted
hardcore eunuchs watched
looting
the tents of the ladies and children
that they torched
protecting his master zuljana
a spiritual victory notched
yazidi imperialistic hegemony
that in the end got botched
The Child is Father of Man
in more ways than one
scourging his back
cutting his head
to remind the world
of a heinous deed
that was done
by yazid the butcher of karbala
his followers on the run
terrorism home spun
carried forward
to modern times
no bows and arrows
just grenades bombs
Ak 47 guns
suicide bombers
bigots mercenaries no 1
destroying humanity
as they once had tried
but failed
with hussain
the holy messengers
beloved grand son
though they killed him
his men folks
even ali asghar
the little one
he was reborn as
a messiah of humanity
beyond caste color and creed
offering
brotherhood and peace
for everyone
tear drop
of a mother
on the soul of her
martyred son
Ghame Hussain Poetized
Ghame Hussain
every year
with the shedding of our blood
we remind them of a guilt
our act of reprisal
while we beat our chests
on their karmic conscience
a thought they immensely detest
for us as shias
from one generation to the next
moharam is a 1400 year old protest
against terrorism on the sands of karbala
yazid the butcher and his eunuch guests
killing the helpless
snatching women's chaddar
is no manly conquest
hussain is humanity
he gave his head
fought valiantly
without giving his hand in allegiance
to go to Hindustan a land of peace
he did request
yes as Shias we were
born to shed tears
for Bibi Fatima
on the Imams behest
Shah ast Hussain, Badshah ast Hussain
Deen ast Hussain, Deen Panah ast Hussain
Sardad na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,
Haqaa key binaey La ila ast Hussain
as these lines by Khawaja Moinuddin Chishty suggest
the ball is in their Court we rest
*ghame hussain.. means the tragedy of the martyrdom of Imam Hussain
Marziya A Smile Says it All
the umbilical cord
choking her neck
like a serpent
of this living doll
she broke
through
the windscreen
of a gloom and pall
today she is walking tall
as she wobbles as she falls
over the bed she loves to crawl
boat rides at the gateway
the sea gulls call
her friends
the fluttering pigeons
of hotel taj mahal
Painting With Light
breaking open the heart
of darkness
desires delights
ushering a new dawn
painting with light
monochromatic melodies
sepia tinted
black and white
discovering new dimensions
within ones sight
a picture more powerful
than words you write
imagery touching humanity
like billowing birds
wings on first flight
lyrics of love
reaching new heights
In The Belly of a Photo Blog
lodged in the belly of a
photo blog
captive
chained
to an ocean
of a web log
fate of a prince of darkness
turned into a frog
molten pain
that prolongs
dithering between
right and wrong
till a new pain
comes along
lyricless sadness
of a funereal song
searching for land
to which he belongs
cursed to existence
of hate lifelong
Words - In the Belly of a Poetry Blog
poem 1
words part of her life's prose
words holding spirituality up close
words of innocence
on the soul of her conscience grows
only god her maker knows
poem 2
words
footprints in snow
searching for peace
kissing the laden bough
soon as tears
it will be time to go
into the stream of misfortune
overflow
the chapter of sorrow ends
its time to take a bow
you come empty
you go empty
your humility
nothing else to show
your virtues along
with your soul flow
beyond the far pavilions
where peace
in a garden grows
little worms
delicately
nibbling your toes
all of you
in final remorseless
repose
dreamless as you doze
swallowed
in the belly of a
poetry blog
a captive called firoze
poem 2 for sarka
Love Kills
title courtesy Sheira from Flickr ..
marriage of convenience
of the mind
love kills
romancing a stone
love gone over the hills
seminal stains of remorse
on the virginity of this poem spills
too much of technique
spoils ones inherent skills
life made up of internet wires
sepia tinted torn unpaid bills
her ghost as seen from
far too many window sills
Don Quixote attacking blogs
that in the mist
look like dangerous
weather mills
alpha inventions
real blogs updated in real time
readership regaining chills
A Photo Blogger Multicolored Ass Kicked
deviously
in her honey trap
she had me tricked
unity of purpose without conflict
a photo blogger
multicolored ass kicked
from her innumerable lovers
this unfortunate wild orchid
she hand picked
best moments
of his life she flicked
infecting him with a poison
metamorphosing him
into an incorrigible blog addict
pictures with a point and shoot
Olympus camera
that she once clicked
The Source of the the River Pain
from the head it flows
like a running stream
oozing gurgling
the source of the river pain
as it flows
into karbala
commemorating
the martyrdom of hussain
those who see us
think we are insane
heretics with cloudy brains
but we remember our beloved imam
the way he was slain
within the layer of our mourning
the reflection of Truth
in a bloodstain
we are shias
the chosen one
shias we will remain
oops fuck taqqaiya
over and over again
allah ho akbar.net
our words on you we train
muslims love killing muslims
a misplaced paradise
to regain
If you are wondering whether I miss my Nikons .. No .. I am very happy shooting on Canon EOS 7D
If you are wondering whether I miss my Nikons .. No .. I am very happy shooting on Canon EOS 7D, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
This is the very first time in my life I am using the Canon DSLR ..And I have never used one before , I had a Canon G9 that was stolen from me in 2008 while shooting Moharam at Bhendi Bazar .. I lodged a police complain at JJ Police Station but never got it back..and you cant blame the Mumbai Police they are busy trying to finish of their unsolved police cases.
Now I am extra careful about my Canon EOS 7D gifted too my 4 year old street shooting grand daughter Marziya Shakir by my new boss ..luckily at her school no one knows of her online popularity or fame she studies in Junior KG.. and is an avid water colorist.
About the kid in the picture these are young boys that UP caterers bring from their hometown to do the menial job washing vessels cutting onions chillies etc, taking care of their kids delivering stuff to homes ..and one day very soon this kid too will set up shop, this is the beauty of the North Indian Muslim migrant.. they are not called Bhaiyas like their Hindu conterparts who are dhobis cart pushers or pheriwalas..most of the pheriwalas patiwalas are Muslim migrants too.
जय जय महाराष्ट्र माझा, गर्जा महाराष्ट्र माझा
रेवा वरदा, कृष्ण कोयना, भद्रा गोदावरी
एकपणाचे भरती पाणी मातीच्या घागरी
भीमथडीच्या तट्टांना या यमुनेचे पाणी पाजा
जय जय महाराष्ट्र माझा ...
भीती न आम्हा तुझी मुळी ही गडगडणार्या नभा
अस्मानाच्या सुलतानीला जवाब देती जीभा
सह्याद्रीचा सिंह गर्जतो, शिवशंभू राजा
दरीदरीतून नाद गुंजला महाराष्ट्र माझा
काळ्या छातीवरी कोरली अभिमानाची लेणी
पोलादी मनगटे खेळती खेळ जीवघेणी
दारिद्र्याच्या उन्हात शिजला, निढ़ळाच्या घामाने भिजला
देशगौरवासाठी झिजला
दिल्लीचेही तख्त राखितो, महाराष्ट्र माझा
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