Saturday, July 6, 2013

Dreams Are Forever



living on
the footpath
breathing
free polluted
state owned
air ..
he is a
born dreamer
a circle in
a square
he dreams
of a pretty wife
chubby kids
fat bank balance
his life on a
rocking chair
a sip of beer
no worries
no care
but once
the night end
at day break
the restart
of his lifes
nightmare
begging
for a living
fucked
forever
he curses
he swears
mother
father
who created
him out
of nowhere
both dead
gone leaving
him lonely
destitute
on the
fucked
streets
of despair

A Bird In A Cage Refuses To Sing


she
put
him in a
gilded cage
clipped
his wings
she was
generous
she let
him keep
his rings
but he
wont sing
he wont
eat food
he wont
drink
deleted
doomed
each
day
he sinks
heart soul
no more
in sync

Now What I Shoot Is What I See


not with
your eyes
obviously
i shoot
what
touches
me
the fall
of woman
like a fallen
tree
the root
the branch
the fruit
of humanity
in degradation
depredation
ignominy

He Shoots Tourists I Shoot Pain



at taragadh
mountains
his instant
studio
away
from
madding
crowds
of his
job service
to khwajah
he is proud
he sought
my blessings
as a malang
he touched
my hands
bowed
i was
only
a human
apparition
my poetic
cosmic
beggar
soul
in its
fleshy
shroud

Mama When Will Our Lives Change


every
mornings
the rush
of the
trains
from mumbra
to bandra
being humane
the travel
the agony
the cosmic
chain
those who
give us alms
seek our
blessings
in exchange
a few coins
wet and moist
like our tears
in the rains
as hope
flows down
the open gutter
in the drain

Deleted Dreams ...Unknown Zone


held captive
in her web
of lies
a moment
lives
a moment
dies
she took
away
hope
death of
the reasoning
mind
a poets demise
she gouged
his eyes
homeless
in gaza
under
the skies
a poisonous
kiss of an
adder
she bid
goodbye

The Beggar Poet Shot By Marziya Shakir 5 Year Old

I shoot with my eyes closed


in the bargain
matter over
mind get
bulldozed
karmic energy
transposed
my will on
the subject
imposed
holding his
soul captive
a pose is a
pose is a pose
i suppose
while the
spirit was
willing
the flesh
the mantra
wont disclose
to be or not be
firoze ..beggar
poet ..hard nosed
as he takes a step
forward her doors
closed ..a moment
deviously grievously
over taxed over exposed

Dena Hai Toh Do Dimag Ki Ma Bahen Mat Karo

He Is The New Muslim Beggar At Bandra Bazar Road..He Needs Not Have The Aadhar Card ,, For Begging

He Is The New Muslim Beggar At Bandra Bazar Road..He Needs Not Have The Aadhar Card ,, For Begging

The Muslim Beggar .. Talks To Himself It Is A Good Therapy Better Than Talking To Others

The Short Cut

You Sane Fuckers Leave The Madman Alone .. All In All Another Brick In The Wall

The Madman Of Bandra Circa 2013

Sharafat Bhai Master

Now With The Increase In LPG Rates .. The Auto Driver Ki Phat Rahi Hai

The Famous Bollywood Clap Board Maker Of Bandra SV Road

The Rajasthani Roti..

The Rajasthani Roti..

Sone Bhi Do Yaaron ..

Nerjis Asif Shakir 23 Month Old Shoots Her Grandpa

Nerjis Asif Shakir 23 Month Old Shoots Her Grandpa

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