Thursday, May 31, 2012

I Bow To My Peer ..Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan

Syed Rafiq Ali Baba Masoomi Dam Madar Malang

Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan My Peer Mentor And Spiritual Guide

The Malangs have dread heads about 30 feet in length .. they keep their dreads hidden from public.. I was lucky to shoot Syed Rafiq Ali Baba when he showed me his dreads first time in many years.

Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan My Peer Mentor And Spiritual Guide

I had known Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan since many years , we were attracted to each other as human elements diverse and unique..I never imagined I would one day be initiated by him as a Dam madar Malang..

And it happened because a white man , wanted to become a Dam Madar Malang , he sought my advise and before he became a Malang I becama a Dam madar Malang too..

My friend is the humble prolific photographer documentarist Marc De Clercq .. from Ghent Belgium..

We are now Malang brothers and we speak in silence , he is younger than me but I am a student of photography as he is a master in his filed he shoots on Leica and Medium format on film..

He shoots and you wont know he is shooting you , he becomes a part of the backdrop and I cant be like him I stand out like a sore thumb among my own people .. but I am evolving I shoot and nowadays I am not aware that I am shooting..I become the silhouette of the darkness of mans soul..
Marc does not shoot beggars I thrive on pain I am a cactus that blooms once in some other lifetime and I say all this in the austerity of a beggar poet .. humility is the germ that grows nurtures my angst.

Before I call myself a Dam Madar Malang I am a Shia a follower of Imam Ali and Imam Hussain.. my two pillars my strength .. I cannot be anything without them.. this is the essence a drop of tear that fell from a mothers eye creating me .. I am a tear too.. and I am overflowing blood a stream that runs wild as it gushes out from my head.. my head is my Gangotri of pain..

I have to tell you that I was a Malang much before I became one I was cosmically attached to them ..and my set on the Dam Madar Malangs of Ajmer is my pictorial tribute to all of them..

Second in command to Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan is Syed Rafiq Ali Baba Masoomi ..he is like an older brother to me always encouraging me and inspiring me..

Than Baba Wahid who walks from one end of my country to the other end to reach Ajmer on foot and this time I visited him barefeet in the mountains .. I am always barefeet in Ajmer .. my respect to a Holy City of Peace Hope and Humanity.

I love shooting Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan he has been my photography subject I have shot him extensively , he is a very simple austere man, humble down to earth, caring and is a healer , he heals people possessed he is a powerful exorcist he hardly talks , people from every strata the rich the bold the politicians of every hue come touch his feet kiss his hand and go back leaving their darkness behind.

And this is my tribute to Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan as a poet blogger photographer ..I come and live here as a fakir a beggar , people give me alms that I collect as a miser and hand it over to my Peer so that a more deserving beggar than me sees hope.

We meet once a year and I grow wings to come to this Char Yar Masjid cemetery to live with the Malangs and the dead that have their tombs here.

Of late I am addressed as Malang Baba by the Rafaees and it was for many years I documented the life of the Rafaee.

yeh kya jadu kiya mere khwajah tumne zamane par ...

through bits of sleep we learn the essence of death..

i saw shiva at ajmer ..if you close your eyes god is everywhere

the story of life ...dreaming palaces within ruins

Tumhari Ek Karam Ki Nazar Garib Nawaz ...Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya


Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya

Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya

Kashti main ake samandar simat gaya

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

Kodak Moment ..

The Eyes of Faith .. Follower of Ahle Bayth

Ajmer City

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ajmer (pronounced [ədʒmeːr] ( listen)) is the 5th largest city in Rajasthan and is the centre of the eponymous Ajmer District. Ajmer has a population of around 800,000 (2011 census), and is located 135 kilometres (84 mi) west of Jaipur, the state capital, 274 km from Udaipur, 439 km from Jaisalmer, and 391 km from Delhi.
Ajmer is surrounded by the Aravalli Mountains. It is a pilgrimage centre for the shrine of the Sufi Saint Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti and is also the base for visiting Pushkar (11 km), an ancient Hindu pilgrimage city, famous for the temple of Brahma.
Contents [hide]
1 History
2 Geography
3 Climate
4 Transportation
4.1 Air
4.2 Rail
4.3 Road
4.4 Inter-city transport
5 Industry
6 Tourist sites
7 Education
8 Demographics
9 See also
10 References
11 External links
[edit]History

Main article: Ajmer region


Jahangir receives Prince Khurram at Ajmer on his return from the Mewar campaign
Ajmer (Sanskrit Ajayameru) was founded in the late 7th century A.D. by Dushyant Chauhan. The Chauhan dynasty ruled Ajmer in spite of repeated invasions by Turkic marauders from Central Asia across the north of India. Ajmer was conquered by Muhammad of Ghor, founder of the Delhi Sultanate, in 1193. However, the Chauhan rulers were allowed autonomy upon the payment of a heavy tribute to the conquerors. Ajmer remained subject to Delhi until 1365 when it was captured by the ruler of Mewar. In 1509, control of Ajmer was disputed between the Maharajas of Mewar and Marwar unitil it was conquered by the Marwar in 1532. The city was conquered by the Mughal emperor Akbar in 1559. In the 18th century, control passed to the Marathas.
In 1818 the British forced the Marathas to cede the city for 50,000 rupees whereupon it became part of the province of Ajmer-Merwara, which consisted of the districts of Ajmer and Merwara and were physically separated by the territory of the Rajputana Agency. Ajmer-Merwara was directly administered by the British Raj, by a commissioner who was subordinate to the Governor-General's agent for Rajputana. Ajmer-Merwara remained a province of India until 1950, when it became the Ajmer State.
Ajmer state became part of Rajasthan state on 1 November 1956.

Pushkar is about 11 kilometres from Ajmer and is an important tourist destination. It is famous for Pushkar Lake and the 14th century Brahma Temple at Pushkar, dedicated to Brahmā, according to the Padma Purāņa, Pushkar is the only place where Brahmā may be worshipped.[2] There is a general belief amongst Hindus that no pilgrimage to the four principal pilgrim centres (Char Dham) namely, Badrināth, Jagannāth, Rāmeshwaram and Dwarka, would be complete without a blessing that comes from bathing in the holy Pushkar Lake. Pushkar has 52 bathing ghats and many temples. Pushkar is also famous for its annual Pushkar Fair.
The Dargāh Sharīf of Khwāja Mu'īnuddīn Chishtī is situated at the foot of the Tārāgaṛh hill, and consists of several white marble buildings arranged around two courtyards, including a massive gate donated by the Nizām of Hyderabad and the Akbari Mosque, built by the Mughal emperor Shāh Jahān. It contains the domed tomb of the saint. Akbar and his queen used to come here by foot on pilgrimage from Agra every year in observance of a vow when he prayed for a son. The large pillars called "Kose ('Mile') Minar", erected at intervals of two miles (3 km) along the entire way between Agra and Ajmer mark the places where the royal pilgrims halted every day. It has been estimated that around 125,000 pilgrims visit the site every day.
Tārāgaṛh Fort, the fort guarding Ajmer, was the seat of the Chauhān rulers. It is reputed to be one of the oldest hill forts in India and the world. It was built by King Ajāypāl Chauhān on the summit of Tārāgaṛh Hill and overlooks Ajmer. The battlements run along the top of the hill. The walls are two miles (3 km) in circumference and the fort can only be approached by way of a very steep slope. When it fell to the British Raj, the fort was dismantled on the orders of Lord William Bentinck and was converted into a sanatorium for the British troops stationed at the garrison town of Nasirabad.
Adhāī Din Kā Jhonpdā, a Vaishnava Hindu temple built in 1153 and converted into a mosque by Quṭbuddīn Aybak in 1193, is situated on the lower slope of Tārāgarh hill. Aikbak's successor, Shams al-Din Iltutmish added to the mosque. It is noted for its double-depth calligraphy inscriptions, in the Naskh and Kufic scripts. Apart from the mosque, called Jāma' Iltutmish (pronounced Altamish locally), nearly the whole of the ancient temple has fallen into ruins, but the relics are still unsurpassed as examples of Hindu architecture and sculpture. Forty columns support the roof, but no two are alike and the ornaments are exceptional in their decorations.[3]
Magazine, the city's Museum, was once the residence of Prince Salīm, the son of the Emperor Akbar, and presently houses a collection of Mughal and Rajput armour and sculpture. This is the location from where Salīm, as the Emperor Jahāngīr read out the firman permitting the British East India Company to trade with India.


Lake Foysagar at sunset
Maqbara Shaikh Husain, houses the tomb of Khwaja Husain Chishty Rehamatullah Alaih (Shaikh Husain Ajmeri) who was the Peer of Ajmer Sharif Dargah in Emperor Akbar's Time, He was the great grandson of Khwaja Moinuddin Hasan Chishty Rehmatullah Alaih, his tomb was built in 1637-1638 by Khwaja Alauddin Chishty and Sajjadanashin Hazrat Khwaja Moinuddin
Mayo College was founded in 1875 by Lord Mayo, Viceroy of India. The architecture of the school buildings is in the same style as royal Rajasthani architecture. The school's main building, in white marble, is a classic example of Indo-Saracenic architecture.[4]
Anāsāgar Lake, this historic man-made lake was built by Maharaja Anaji (1135-1150 AD). By the lake is the Daulat Bāgh, a garden laid out by Emperor Jahāngīr. Emperor Shāh Jahān later added five pavilions, known as the Baradari, between the garden and the lake.
Soniji Ki Nasiyan is an architecturally rich Digambara Jain temple. It was built in the late nineteenth century. The main chamber, known as the Swarna Nagari "City of Gold", has several gold-plated wooden figures, depicting several figures in the Jain religion.[5]
Lake Foy Sagar is situated in the outskirts of the city, it is a picturesque artificial lake that was created as a famine relief project in 1892. It offers panoramic views of the neighbouring Aravalli mountains as well as of the evening flights of nearby birds.
Nareli Jain Temple is a relatively new Jain temple. It is located on the outskirts of Ajmer.[6]


Ajmer, a view from Taragarh Fort
[edit]Education



Sophia School and College
Ajmer is notable for its public schools formed in accordance with the precepts of English public schools, amongst which are Mayo College, founded by the British Raj in 1875 to educate the children of Rajputana's royalty and nobles. Ajmer is also home to St. Anselm's H.S. School (1904) and Sophia Girls' School (1918/1935) & College (1942), and the historic Ajmer Music College, founded in 1942, the first accredited institution in Rajputana for teaching Hindustani classical music.
The Board of Secondary Education for Rajasthan is located in Ajmer.
[edit]Demographics

According to the 2011 India census,[7] Ajmer district had a population of 2,584,913, which was made up of 1,325,911 males and 1,259,002 females. Ajmer district had an average literacy rate of 70.46 percent, male literacy being 83.93% and female literacy 56.42%. There was a total of 1,557,264 literates compared to 1,168,856 in the 2001 census. The population density in Ajmer district was 305 compared to 257 per km2 in 2001. The female to male ratio in Ajmer was 950/1000. This represents an increase of 2.04% from the 2001 census. Ajmer's population growth in the decade was 18.48%, this compares to a growth figure of 20.93% for the previous decade.

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Thank You For The Discomfort Pain ..And Poor Facilities .. Honchos of Indian Railways

The Indian Railways Have No Respect For The Followers of Gharib Nawaz,..



And this is a fact , no facilities , people sleeping on platforms , and yet the pilgrim suffers without complaining for Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty the Holy Saint calls them , gives them hope wings and for them this is the greatest gift..

There is filth all around and as a human photographer who documents this pilgrimage a photographer who is a beggar himself it would hurt me .. I walked barefeet this is my respect for the Holy city of Ajmer ..

I lived with beggars , I stayed in the mountains with the Malangs and I shot human emotions my pictures are dark dreary I shot pain I shot broken man fragmented man trying to be whole with a little help from the Holy Saint.

As a poet I shot the poetry of faith endurance .. and I shot this with tears running down my cheek like a stream searching for solace.

Yes my pictures will be mostly talking to you in slithering silence of human survival ..please note I dont sell my pictures I only share them with your own human heart..

Does anyone buy pictures of pain they wont take it even when you give it to them free..

But in my case they only steal my hijra pictures at Flickr.com the source of my Comedie Humaine Balzac like with Dickensian pain and pathos/

The Poor Of India .. Live On Polluted Air And Faith In God

I Arrive at Moti Katla Hijra Haven..Ajmer

Every year I came as a beggar and barefeet to Ajmer Sharif a ramshackle bag held my clothes but this year my wife bought me a VIP high end suitcase because she felt that I should not compromise on the safety of my camera ... however I left my Canon camera EOS 60 D in my stachel.. I had nothing expensive on my person..

I bought a lot of fabrics for my host Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra no 6 .. the Malang dress that I wore for a single day I gifted to Rafik Bhai Baba right hand of my Dam Madar Malang head and Peer Baba Masoomi of Gawalior.

The cycle ricksha guy was happy to pose with me I carried my Malang silver wooden stick.. but nobody messed with me .. I dont need a stick to drive home a point..

I shot a lot of hijras but not many hijras turned up at his Urus as a lot of Hijra heads had died in a fire in Delhi so the hijras were in mourning...

A little away from the vegetable market of Moti Katla is the hijra abode , the high end rich hijras stay here in the guest houses that belong to their Khadims.

I spent most of my time shuttling between the Malangs the Sufi order to which I belong and this place.. I climbed the mountains and later spent an evening at Pushkar ..

All in all it was a nice peaceful breakaway .. I fed the poor and the needy and shot them too... to acclimatize you to their unending world of pain..

Yes I Am As Close To The Hijras As My Breath To My Life

Fuck

I dont need
a camera to
shoot
the restless
angst of
the hijras
of india
you out there
could rob my hijra
pictures but shoot
pictures like me
you mother fucking
lazy scumbag
you cross dessing sapna
you fucked identity stealer raveena
you fucked thieves on Flickr.com
as a dam madar malang
i curse you may you suffer
all along..for doing me wrong


This hijra is mute deaf dumb but more intelligent and human.. I shot her extensively in the train and at Moti Katla she is chela of my Guru Godmother Ma Madhurima..

I Found India ...In The Hope of the Poor

The Common Man Has a Dream He Shares It With Me I Share It With You

The First Early Morning Common Mans Snan

The Common Man Of India Faces The Brunt of All Strikes

Demolitions/ First They Turn The Other Eye While You Illegally Built

corruption
bribery
scams
have
destroyed
our nation
to the hilt
but hope
will not wilt
this great
nation
was built
on the sacrifice
of our good
leaders
blood they
spilt
martyred
but they
would not bend
bow or tilt
to the aggressor
who robbed
us now shamed
with guilt
unborn young hands
this great nation
will rebuild

Man Kunto Maula

shaah-e-mardaaN
sher-e-yazdaaN
quvvat-e-parvardigaar
laa fataa illaa Ali
laa saif illaa zulfiqaar

King of the brave,
lion of God,
[and] strength of God.
There is no one like Ali [and]
there is no sword like Zulfiqaar*.

* Zulfiqaar was the sword of Ali presented to him by Muhammad.

Ali imaam-e-manasto manam Ghulaam-e-Ali
hazaar jaan-e-giraamii fidaa-e-naam-e-Ali

Ali is the master of all, I am the slave of Ali
thousands life are to be sacrificed for Ali.

man kunto maulaa
fa haaza Aliun maulaa

To whom I am the master
Ali is the master.

Note: A famous tradition (hadith) of Prophet Muhammad. Ali was his cousin and son-in-law.

daaraa dil daaraa dil daar-e-daanii
tum tum taa naa naa naanaa, naanaa naanaa re
yaalaalii yaalaalii yaalaa, yaalaa yaalaa

Mystical chants sung by Sufis without any specific meaning.

In some versions, Nusrat has also recited the following stanza:

Ali shaah-e-mardaaN imaamun kabiiraa
ke baadasht nabii shud bashirush naziiraa

Ali is the king of the brave and the great leader
because after the Prophet there is Ali.

Lyrics: Amir Khusro

Haq Ali Ali Mula Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Haq

Aaa (Sufi Chants)

Ali Imam Manasto Manam Ghulam E Ali
Hazaar Jaan E Girami Fida E Naam E Ali

Haiderium Qalndaram Mastam
Banda-E-Murtaza Ali Haastam
Paishwa-E-Tamaam Rinda Nam
Ke Sagay Koo E Shair E Yazdanam

Kabhi Deewar Hilti Hai, Kabhi Dar Kaanp Jata Hai
Ali Ka Naam Sun Ker Ub Bhi Khaiber Kaanp Jata Hai

Shah E Mardaan E Ali
Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Aliii Aliii
Ali Ali Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali...
Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Alii

Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Jab Jaan Tan Say Nikle Lab Per Mere Yeh He Hoga
Alii Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Japle Japle Re Manwa
Yehi Naam Sacha Hai Pyaare
Yehi Naam Tere Sub Dukh Taale
Isi Naam Ki Barkat Ne Diyeh Raaz-E-Haqiqat Khol

Tu Bhi Kar Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Alii Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Kab Kisi Benawa Say Kehta Hoon
Sub Ke Haajat Rawa Say Kehta Hoon
Baat Shair-E-Khuda Say Kehta Hoon
Door Ho Ja Nazar Say Ey Mushkil
Warna Mushkil Kusha Say Kehta Hoon

Q K Woh Hein Mere Ali Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Ali Maula Ali, Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali

Shah-E-Mardaan-E-Ali La Fata Illah Ali
Shair-E-Yazdaan Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Maula Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Tan Per Ali Ali Ho Zubaan Per Ali Ali
Mar Jaoon To Kafan Pe Bhi Likhna Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Maula Ali Maula Ey Maula
Maula Ali Maula Ali Maula Ali Maula Maula...
Ey Moula Ali Moula, Moula Ali Moula
Moula Ali Moula Ali Moula Ali Moula Ali...

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Baghair Hubb-E-Ali Mud'daa-A Nahi Milta
Ibadaton Ka Bhi Hargiz Sila Nahi Milta
Khuda Ke Bando Suno Ghour Say Khuda Ki Qasam
Jisay Ali Nahi Miltay Usay Khuda Nahi Milta

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Basak Talash Na Ab Kuch Wus'at-E-Nazar Se Milaa
Nishaan E Manzil E Maqsood Raahbar Se Milaa
Ali Mile To Mile Khaana-E-Khuda Sa Hamein
Khuda Ko Dhonda To Wo Bhi Ali Ke Ghar Se Milaa

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Khuloos E Dil Say Ali Ka Jo Naam Laita Hai
Wohi To Lazzat Umr-E-Tamaam Laita Hai
Khuda Ke Bando Suno Ghour Say Khuda Ki Qasam
Ali Ka Naam To Girton Ka Thaam Laita Hai

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Paighambari Ke Chaand Ka Hala Ali Ali
Baatil Ki Teergi Ka Ujala Ali Ali
Paigham-E-Kirtigar Ka Jouhar Ali Ali
Imaan Ke Sadakh Ka Hai Kauhar Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Maula Ali Maula...
Maula Maula Maula
Maula Ali Maula Maula Ali Maula
Maula Ali Maula Maula Ali Maula...

Haq! Haq! Haq! Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Ustaad-E-Jibrael-E-Mukaraam Ali Ali
Maula-E-Kainaat Moazzam Ali Ali
Sirdaar-E-Ambiya Ka Tabassum Ali Ali
Chashm-E-Junoon-E-Afzal-O-Akram Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Ibadatoon Ka Jo Unwaan Hai To Zikr-E-Ali
Kamaal-E-Markaz E Eeman Hai To Zikar-E-Ali
Sukoon-E-Qalb Ka Saaman Dhoondne Walo
Sukoon-E-Qalb Ka Saaman Hai To Zikar-E-Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Mojod-E-Kaaba Deen Mukammal Ali Ali
Paighambari Ka Shahid-E-Awwal Ali Ali
Vird-E-Zubaan Ehl-E-Zamana Ali Ali
Yakta-E-Roozgaar Yagana Ali Ali
Altaf-E-Bebadal Ka Khazana Ali Ali
Insaan Ki Azmatoon Ka Tarana Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Qawwali Vocables...
Haq Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Nazar Haqeeqat Shaanas Paayi To Kia Kahoon Kis Ada Ko Daikha
Her Aik Zarray Mein Jalwa Farmaa Mohammad-O-Murtaza Ko Daikha
Qasam Khuda Ki Ali Nabi Say, Nabi Ali Say Juda Nahi Hai
Ali Ko Daikha, Nabi Ko Daikha, Nabi Ko Daikha, Khuda Ko Daikha

Haq Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Sahar Hoi Shab E Mairaaj Ki To Logo Ne
Jamaal-E-Pak Rukh-E-Sayyad-Ul-Bashar Daikha
Kaha Ghulamo Ne Hum Se Bhi Kijiyeh Irshaad
Jo Kuch Huzoor Ne Yasha-A Arsh Per Daikha

To Harfashaa Hue Lale Labe Rasool E Kareem
Ajeeb Martaba Haider Ka Arsh Per Daikha
Wali Wali Ki Sada Thi Jahan Jahan Pohche
Ali Ali Nazar Aye Jidhar Jidhar Daikha

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Deed Haider Ki Ibadat Hai Ye Farmaan E Nabi
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo

Jin Ki Mehfil Hai Woh Mehfil Mein Zaroor Aate Hein
Aao Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Aaa Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki

Nigaah E Raah Mein Bicha Do K Aap Aye Hein
Diloon Ko Farsh Bana Do K Aap Aaye Hein
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki

Deed Haider Ki Ibadat Hai Yeh Farmaan E Nabi
Hai Ali Rooh E Nabi Jism E Nabi Jaan E Nabi
Gul-E-Tatheer Ali, Haq Ki Shamsheer Ali
Peeron Ke Peer Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

dono aalam ke hein waliyon pe waliat un ki
sari dunya ke imamon pe immamat unki
husn e taqdeer ali nabi ke wazeer wali
haq ki tasverr ali alii

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali

the one leg beggar and the two leg pain

The Builders Politicians Love Salt .. Builders Dreams Even God Cant Halt

The Salt Pans Are Fighting A Losing Battle For Survival

i try to shoot gods world ...through the misty eye of my camera

in a dogs world all dogs are equal.. fuck caste color or creed .. fuck lust and greed

fuck
the pampered
man made pedigreed
dogs bark bite but
wont bite or spite
the hand that feeds
dogs are better
than humanbeings
simple wants
simpler needs
dogs are gods
in reverse
if within my words
you know what to read

dedicated to danny b

The Canon Shoots The Fucked Up Walls of Mans Soul

Street Photography Is Shooting The Downtrodden Soul of Man


Most of the pictures were shot from the train window and among my street subjects the boot polish guy attracts me the most, addicted to boot polish most of them are in bad shape and every time a shoe hits their face and they add shine to it..

She Sent Back All My Love Poems

she said
she was
sick tired
of reading
the same lyrical
shit over and again
love one sided
focused on a
beggar poets
imaginary pain
testicular turpitude
tied in heavy metal
chains but i tried
hard to explain
those early showers
stolen meetings
heavy rains choked
gutters of my poetic drain
my pathos my passion
my fucked up pain
she missed the bus
i missed the train

It Was The Hijras Wish That God Fulfilled Through Me

I shoot hijras with my eyes closed ..
from the spectral light of my soul
the mother of all metaphors the
beginning the source .. hijra angst
restless in ruminative repose
god gave me a gift as the hijra posed
on the soul of humanity his pain
his poetry his pathos I exposed
like a stream over jagged rocks
of life's tough terrain it flows

My Story Of The Ajmer Urus 2012 Began With The Blessings of The Greatest Hijra Guru Ma Madhurima

I had decided this trip to Ajmer Urus 2012 I would only wear black the dress code of Dam Madar Malang the Sufi Order of humble servants of God..

Mast Malangs Malangs of Ali Dam Dam Mast Qalandar.

So I did not carry saffron or any other color save my leopard print. and all black color palette ..

When I reached Bandra Terminus I met Ma Madhurima and her hijra chelas or disciples I shot a lot of pictures , the public wont see them.. as I have them private for friends on Flickr.

This is my protest to those who robbed my hijras pictures at Flickr.com and also robbed the identity of my pretty hijra friends .. so now they can go fuck themselves they wont see my pictures anymore.


So Hijras at Ajmer 2012 ... is blank space ...


And I shot hijras eunuchs eunuch children , and I did not scrounge but than I had no more memory card left..

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz Bandra Station 2018

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