The World of The Naga Baba Up Close

shot
from the
inner
reservoir
of his
subconsciousness
by a beggar poet
blogger firoze
cropped hair
long nose
barefeet
bleeding toes
to be human
above all
factional
sectarian
religiosity
his poets
heart chose
shooting
naga babas
beggars
misery pain
worldly woes
as it grows
overflows
an image
he froze
forgiveness
of friends
whom he
owes
his bad
days
not yet
over a chapter
before his death
he wants to close
his writing flesh
his spirit in repose

Guru Brahma Guru Vishnu Guru Devo Maheshwara Guru Sakshath Parambrahma Tasmai Shri Gurave Namaha

I met my Naga Guru by accident
I met him at Trimbakeshwar
Nasik Kumbh outside his tent
he saw me i saw him
i felt his fragrance his holistic
scent like a fish i was caught
in his cosmic net i touched
his feet he knew what i meant
he became light within the
soul of my camera shivas
third eye .. with spiritually
moral content ...i came
i saw i went ..no more
choked on the river bent
my pictures are poems
no my camera is not on rent

Food For Thought ..A Beggar Poets Lot

what
i was
destined
to eat
to keep
my body
soul alive
i got
my lifeline
a drop in
the river
i am what
i was taught
not just
a muslim
or a hindu
or a christian
i am his gift
to his cosmic plot
a blank several
dots i am naught
my mind is
fecund
though
my body rots
diabetic
delusions
blood sugar
to this planet
my dreams
i bought
a fish in
his net
he chose
he caught
placed
it in her
heart in
the right spot
dont ask me why
dont ask me when
dont ask me what
to her soul my soul
he tied the Gordian knot


"Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter" (Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 1 Scene 1. 45–47)