Wednesday, September 12, 2012

I Will Not Leave My Name On a Grave Stone

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I have decided
when my time
comes to
leave this Inn
to give my
wretched body
to medicine
my poetic brain
my broken heart
my liver my spleen
my multicolored skin
my eyes camera like
through windows
that light entered in
bequeathed to
another soul
not my kith or kin
no i wont lie
in a grave
immovable
where dogs
cats birds
will shit
while i
writhe
groan
within
taking
my grave
to be a
recycling bin
no fatiah
away away
from this world
i shall fly
without wings
a new journey
i shall begin

Doomed Dire Straits

no there is no bed
for his gangrenous state
on the pavement
for his turn he waits
outside the bhabha
hospital gates
when the guy dies
the bed of thorns
he will vacate
if the guy
now sleeping
outside dies too
than his carcass
too they will cremate
his fucked body parts
they might sell
in the black market
the left overs
they will donate
this is humanity
among human
like a body
of an animal
stagnates
if it hurts
than as pain
it relates

An Island Without Hope

going going
gone
just
tyre marks
on a downward slope
crushed by a car called destiny
was death marked on their horoscope
in another part of the world '
cassock rape went on
peacefully slept the pope
he knew it but let it happen
shut eyes myope
religious rape the worst
nightmare on a tightrope

Lucky The Most Famous Landmark in Bandra


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the biryani
at lucky
restaurant
is made of
delicious
goat meat
relish and eat
a biryani
no other
biryani
can beat
on the crossroads
of bandra across
the street ...where
all roads meet
tanduri chicken
tanduri roti
made of fine
wheat
hospitality
iranian
khaile khube
served indigenous
with sweet meat
black tea kava
sip it neat
memorable
treat eat
snacks
while
the food
heats
politicians
from bandra
come to lucky
in har or jeet
lucky zindagi
se juda hua
pyar ka geet
prem sangeet

I Shoot What Very Few Photographers Want To Shoot ..I Shoot Broken Branches Trees Without Roots


i shoot pain that kicks my butt on the route .. a pain in a society dumb and mute ...

The Muslim Beggar Lady And Her Child.. The Azad Maidan Prostest Was Not For Her Or Her Kind


we see distant worlds to the pain of our own world we are blind ...a picture through which pain unwinds ..

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