Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The Dabbawala Of Bandra Bazar Road ..

The Filthiest Place In Bandra Is My Backyard ...This Is The Signature Postcard

Cycle Rickshah Hyderabad

Jai Maharashtra..

Business Is Bad ...

Elephants Go Berserk.. If You Call Them Bhaiyyas

Tell Me Mr Astrologer ..When Will Our Life Change ...



tell me
tell me
astrolger
tell me
fast
will our
life change
a better
future
than the
present
or the past
why why
are we
as muslims
typecast
a bomb
somewhere
our kids
questioned
harassed
why why
are we
also indians
by some
political
parties
treated
as outcast
all these years
only pain as
worldly wealth
we have amassed
why cant we be
happy like the rest
uneducated illiterate
she questioned him
downcast ..muted
moments contrast
humanity is sharing
pain beyond color
creed or caste
i begged a thousand
pardons as a poet
a private moment
i had trespassed
captured and recast

The Mad Man Once Had A Mind ...


it was a
humble
house
full of
mirth
now it
is dead
like barren
earth ..
empty
volume less
it has lost
its bearings
worth ..
it is a
haunted
eerie
without
girth

Man Can Live Without Fashion Not Without Style

Street Photography Made Me A Poet



on the internet
blood tears sweat
what you shoot
you get ..cosmic
fate was never
a threat much
before we met
soon after she left
accusing me of
theft of her
dilapidated dungeon
heart .. hired to forget
falling in love with her
was playing
russian roulette
deleted doomed
retired hurt no
remorse no regret

ae mere dil-e-nadan tu gham se na ghabarana ik din to samajh legi duniya tera afsaana

*Paani ray paani , tera rang kaisa? jismey milaya us kay jaisa !!!!

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. Confucius

The Muslim Child Is Street Smart



born
on
the streets
of mahim
the muslim
child a die hard
from the evil eye
he is on his guard
the tawiz of makdhoom
shah baba his bodyguard
each morning blessed
at the shrine of baba fakhruddin
he is hale hearty .. unscarred

to mansoor showghi opposite whose house he lives .. salutations best regards

The Winding Sheet Of The Living Dead


buried
under
the heavy
load of
his sufferings
the mumbai
living dead
you see a
bit of his
fucked feet
but not his
fucked head
he became
a boozard
a bevda
the pavement
the closed doors
of his destiny
his fucked bed
this sad poem
is a testimony
of a fucked life
he has led
less alive
more dead

Welcome To Jelly Fish ..



dont hesitate
come in
for a lifetime
makeover
make a wish
from an
ordinary
plain jane
matronly
we will make
you youngish
curvaceous
barbie dollish
get rid of
your saree blouse
outlandish
heads will turn
with our mini
skirt stilettos
tube top
from paris
nothing
gawdy
or garish
a thin
slim
silhouette
voguish
great cut
finish
masterly
stylish

no more
feeling
churlish
let us
once
for all
get rid
of your
anguish
once
draped
in our
attire
all your
fears
will
vanish

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