Ever since I first visited Ajmer in 2005 at the invitation of Peersaab Fakhru Miya Lion Of Ajmer I have been staying at his house partaking of his humble hospitality and his love for this beggar poet of Mumbai.
Peersaab Fakhru Miya is an eminent Islamic scholar lover of Ahle Bayt and firm believer of the Shohadas of Karbala .
He is a pucca Hussaini and holds Hazrat Abbas in the highest esteem.. perhaps it was this powerful current that bought us together and has kept us bound forever.
He is sincere devotee of Khwajah Garib Nawaz who was the greatest lover of Hussain.. no doubt about that ...
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
His sons Farid Miya and Qambar Miya are the pillars of his heritage and both have been as hospitable to me as their father.
as she is beaten murdered raped brutalized dehumanized offered as sacrifice sold for a price burnt if she does not bring dowry by the lord of the flies woman a cauldron of eternal pain called mother considered goddess but just another commodity in the market of vice stalked humiliated by evil dressed as men in disguise
i hand over my camera for this memorable shot ...in a net of mysticism we both get caught ..
he lives his destiny i fight my destiny a cosmic plot .. on the backs of karma as we trot our nirvana certainly not a golden pot ..unliving moments that hope forgot the call of the muezzin within earshot
thanks to the hijab that fits her pain tightly in place her destiny holds her hardships in tight embrace allah be praised she takes a few coins offers grace on the other hand so called muslims detonate bombs kill murder our humanity disgrace so called suicide bombers jehadis martyrdom misplaced muslims love killing muslims peace brotherhood forever erased
he was her
like a lavish
never to be found
beauty the ethereal
beauty of hijras
horny one eyed
ass a label
reliving a nightmare drugs essence of their existence they have nothing only misery remorse despondency to share unwashed clothes to wear ..caught in an eternal snare hopelessly without prayer .. lice infested uncombed unkempt disheveled hair peripheral participants of ajmers spiritual fair begging for alms at the market square
the cosmic wheel of life weeps man mans greatest enemy godliness a commodity cheap the unborn child your ill begotten gains does not want to reap .. from his mothers womb shudders peeps into the covers creeps no he does not want your world as blood from the umbilical cord seeps
old age but yet sturdy young traveled far and wide a net he flung the dam madar malang unheard unsung renounced materialism commercialism factionalism that breeds on a heap of dung dam madar beda par exhales the holistic sounds from his lungs
a world with eyes silently gone blind tears on the soul of my poetry the curse of mankind an elusive god man wont ever find in a temple shrine ,,or in any given space defined god is on facebook god is on twitter god is new bottle old vintage wine god is the internet god is a page that cannot be displayed online