Friday, June 28, 2013

Mad Man Of Bandra

a mind dead
deleted entombed
like a garden it had
once bloomed
than came
the bad winds
he was totally

Ham Pagal Nahi They Hame Pagal Banaya Gaya

waqt ne
se hame
chaurahe pe
ho gaya
hamara saya
woh bhi hame
chod jar bhag aya
hame logon ne
dhele mare hame
bachon ne khub
sataya ..hame
ek pal main
yeh bataya
ke paglon ki
duniya main
paglon ne
ek aurat
ko apne
jaisa pagal

The Mad Man Of Kalina on Good Friday

jesus carrying
his cross
passing his way
reliving an
old tragic
passion play
a cross made
of blood sweat tears
feet made of clay
the mumbai
christians heads
bowed in prayer
the roman soldiers
swishing their whips
a beggar poet
shooting away
memories triggered
by faith that is
above religiosity
in a humanly way
mad man of kalina
carries his cross too
at Kalina on Good Friday

A Follower of Lord Shiva
Bam Bam Bholenath
By The Way
Om Namo Narayan
Sab Ko Sukh Shanti De

Mad Woman of Mahim

the spirit is frail
the flesh is weak
offerings to the lord
who once offered
the other cheek
blessed are the mad
innocent and meek
no paradise
no hereafter
no resurrection
they try too seek
a single life
spent in madness
was sane enough
called a freak
soul made of clay
frame Burma teak
different strokes
different streaks
a running stream
choked on a
winding creek
the mouth was
willing the tongue
wont speak

Beggar Poets Are Born Not Made ..Die Each Day Dont Fade

words by benthehouse

words that embark
on a voyage of the soul
entwined like wind and rain
they try
but fail
to explain
the frustration
the gain
the loss
the pain
attempting to regain
those heady heights
of darkened rooms by candle light
exquisite flesh draped in shadow
no longer my guest
at my bequest
and yet
something remains

my friend words are free, they come and go as they please
they drift among the trees and whisper in the grass
they remind us of who we are, constant through time
we are just their vessels, some are full and overflowing
some are empty but never knowing, without regret
to decline I would suffer, as a rainbow without colour
ours is the chance to convey thoughts that come our way
like mist or ocean spray, and with luck, linger more than a day
etched upon the immortal rock, of this tiny planet earth.

The Cosmic Wishing Wells And The Mad Boy

two wishing wells
one to become sane
one to remain insane
one for profit one for gain
no discount no bargain
so drop a coin ..see
what you want to attain
a void less cerebrum
or a fecund brain
pleasure or madly pain
freedom or worldly chains
but before you drop a coin
from alcohol drugs food
refreshments you must abstain
to get good results ..and ayn

Ayn al-Qozat Hamadani (sometimes transliterated as Ayn-al-Qudat Hamadani) was born in Persia (Iran) in the region of Hamadan. Hamadani was a Sufi philosopher, mystic, and mathematician. He was executed in Baghdad at the age of 33 on the charge of heresy.

A famous quatrain is said to be his:

ما مرگ وشهادت از خدا خواسته ايم
وآن هم به سه چيزکم بهاخواسته ايم
گردوست چنين کندکه ماخواسته ايم
مـا آتـش و نفـت و بـوريا خــواسـته ايم
which is translated as:
I want death and Martyrdom from God
I want it in three low-priced things
If the friend (i.e. god) grant my wishes
I want fire and oil and Straw
This quatrain refers to his execution by Caliph's order.

dedicated to howling dervesh.. late john dixon

The Mad Boy of Mahim Who Drove Me Crazy,,

One person highly challenged , who troubled me the most is this guy, with the brain of a little child , he would pester me , get on my goat , follow me , and not stop blabbing.. instigate me while I shot pictures at the Dargahs at Mahim,

I met him at other places too and he continued his harangue against me otherwise totally harmless.

And I realized in many ways everybody is manic crazy to an extent , guys who took drugs suffered manic depressions when they did not get their drug intake.. alcoholics on the roads were almost crazy and insane..

And as you aged either you mellowed or went crazy..and there are guys who do crazy things jumping from running trains and getting back into the compartment bravado but not crazy...

There are many crazy episodes our crafts teacher was completly crazy they called him Batli ,, he was a character who looked like Mr Jeevan .. but not with the same histrionics.'he beat me the most .. fuck I still dont know why.

I have met a lot of crazy people , a lot I met when I did not have my camera , I met a lot of crazy people I shot during Hazri .. removing of the evil spirit by smoke at Hussain Tekri and other Shrines ..these were sad cases of demonic possession.. and this is one subject I shoot without hesitation.

This new set is of madness as creativity mono chromed does not include the original color shots , this is poetic madness , that struck and a comment of encoragement praise from a Flickr member made it into a set.

Thank you Kathy.

I am liking the New Flickr finally , I shall be honest and fair I decided to remove the blinkers and move forward , what cannot be changed wont be changed ..

As I am not shooting pictures of rains .. I am using this alternative with Aviary editing tool adding a new dimension and thought to my old pictures.

I have used a lot of quotes on madness , insanity to muster added prop to my pictures shot without any method to my own madness.

I am mad I live with it ..

We all are mad ..we are brave enough to keep it to ourselves .

Of late I have been going to Kurla East the wholesale Aquarium market to buy fish , fish accessories for Marziyas fish tank, and I dont carry my camera.. I see scenes but wont use my mobile camera phone , it is not photography for me , street photography needs the right mind attitude and camera.

Just hitting the button shooting random people on the street , for Gods sake is not street photography,,street photography to me is the mother of science healing combined..

And I am happy there are many superior street photographers as friends at Flickr..

And this post is dedicated to Akbar Simonese ..he gives me a reason to shoot the street and stalk the poetic soul of unseen humanity..

And last but not the least all my pictures are shot like a street photographer .. my vision , my cosmic aptitude for gauging a picture before I shoot it is of a street photographer and my grand children.. are veritably in the same mold..

I had a gift I embedded it on their camera consciousness too..

Uttarkhand And Disaster Porn

inspired by Bhavana

dead bodies
mangled heaps
of flesh
faces limbs
torn apart
caught in
a mesh
paid media
needs to
gloat bloat
blood sweat
tears images
words enmeshed
humanity sells
not horseflesh

The Mad Man of Lalbagh

"The most dangerous man, to any government, is the man who is able to think things out for himself without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it. And even if he is not romantic personally he is apt to spread discontent among those who are."
H.L. Mencken

"What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?" Ursula K. LeGuin (b. 1929),

I Was Born Mad I Pretend To Be Sane

a beggar poet
held in chains
of a chemical
ensuing pain
she has gone
leaving a
void but
her musky
scent on
my poetic
soul remains
a madness
that affects
the lumbar
before it
the poets
more painful
when it rains

"A time will come when the whole world will go mad. And to anyone who is not mad they will say: 'You are mad, for you are not like us.'" St. Anthony the Great

"I must have ended up on the wrong planet. Everything here is so strange." Sigbjørn Obstfelder, Norwegian poet

God Forgive Him For Making Me Mad ...It Is Better Than Being Married To Him

"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.... I think we’re being run by maniacs for maniacal ends ... and I think I’m liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That’s what’s insane about it."
John Lennon, Interview BBC-TV (June 22, 1968)

once he
had bedded her
used her
abused her
he kicked
her out
she began
the only
way out
of the mind
total black out
out on
the streets
the final fall out
one last time
she did call out
than the electric
shocks that
shut her mouth
she did not
commit suicide
totally worn out
staying alive
a living death
the final rout
man beneath
the layer of
his manhood
is only a lout
without any
doubt ..
over and out
a tragic
time out

Mad Lady of Bandra Hill Road

"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free."
Nikos Kazantzakis

she thought
i was one
of her kind
are not
part of
living on
the edge
with eyes
mad people
are blind ..
poetic divine
but at a mental
institution called
Facebook most
of them in strait
jackets totally
online Marc their
Prophet ..Savior
Messiah ..on
their Timeline
a new heaven
is possible
a thought
a message
in the pipeline
a living saint
of the hopeless
with his own
shrine ...