Thursday, September 26, 2013

Mumbai Rains ,,,

Shakir,,,Next Year You Will Have A New Camera - I Promise You

Some Poems Are Left Better Unread



at
chorbazar
flea market
i met her
sizzling hot
from feet
to head
having
sold her
to her
present
owner
her
lover
had fled
to the
comforts
of another
woman
on his bed
she was
mad
angry her
cheeks
blazing red
she asked
me coyly
if i would
take her
home
no it
was not
possible
i said
i was
stuck
with one
i moved
ahead
a poetic
blunder
fear and dread
speaking to souls
stony dead..
figurative
fecundity
of a poets
head

अपने जज़्बात में नगमात रचाने के किये मैंने धड़कन की तरह दिल में बसाया है तुझे

tujhko chhulun to aye jaan-e-tamanna mujhko dair tak apne badan se teri khushboo aaye

ek zara sa ghum-e-dauraan ka bhi haq hai jis par maine wo saans bhi tere liye rakh chhodi hai

मैं तसव्वुर भी जुदाई का भला कैसे करून? मैंने किस्मत की लकीरों से चुराया है तुझे

“We live as we dream--alone....” ― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

ज़िदगी में तो सभी प्यार किया करते हैं मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूँगा

तू मिला है तो ये एहसास हुआ है मुझको
ये मेरी उम्र मोहब्बत के लिए थोड़ी है
एक ज़रा सा ग़म-इ-दौरान का भी हक है जिस पर
मैंने वो सांस भी तेरे लिए रख छोड़ी है
तुझ पे हो जाऊँगा कुर्बान तुझे चाहूँगा
मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूँगा

अपने जज़्बात में नगमात रचाने के किये
मैंने धड़कन की तरह दिल में बसाया है तुझे
मैं तसव्वुर भी जुदाई का भला कैसे करून?
मैंने किस्मत की लकीरों से चुराया है तुझे
प्यार का बनके निगेहबान तुझे चाहूंगा
मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूंगा

तेरी हर चाप से जलते हैं खायालूँ में चिराग
जब भी तू आये जगाता हुआ जादू आये
तुझको छूलूं तो ए जान-इ-तमन्ना मुझको
देर तक अपने बदन से तेरी खुशबू आये
तू बहारों का है उन्वान तुझे चाहूंगा
मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूंगा

zindagi mein to sabhi pyaar kiya karte hain
main to markar bhi meri jaan tujhe chahoonga

tu mila hai to ye ehsaas huaa hai mujhko
ye meri umr mohabbat ke liye thhodi hai
ek zara sa ghum-e-dauraan ka bhi haq hai jis par
maine wo saans bhi tere liye rakh chhodi hai
tujh pe ho jaaoonga qurban tujhe chahoonga
main to markar bhi meri jaan tujhe chaahoonga

apne jazbaat mein naghmaat rachaane ke liye
maine dhadkan ki tarah dil mein basaaya hai tujhe
main tasavvur bhi judaai ka bhala kaise karoon?
maine kismat ki lakeeron se churaaya hai tujhe
pyar ka banke nigehbaan tujhe chaahoonga
main to markar bhi meri jaan tujhe chaahoonga

teri har chaap se jalte hain khayaalon mein chiraag
jab bhi tu aaye jagaata huaa jaadu aaye
tujhko chhulun to aye jaan-e-tamanna mujhko
dair tak apne badan se teri khushboo aaye
tu bahaaron ka hai unwaan tujhe chaahoonga
main to marrkar bhi meri jaan tujhe chaaoounga….

Qateel Shifai |

Bandra Skywalk The Temple Of Drug Addicts Lovers And The Homeless


for those
who built it
god bless
the unused
escalator
near the
jumma
masjid
is filth
ugly mess
total sheer
wretchedness
but who cares
in all fairness
the skywalk
moonlight
evenings
lovers nest
even lovers
need some
place to rest
the lovers head
on his dilrubas
breast ,,stolen
kisses a lovers
quest ..heaving
hearts love
making fully
dressed ,,
catch the
last local
darling
all the
best

Thokar Khakar Zingagi Karvat Badalti Hai

Na Waqt Rukta Hai Na Tikta Hai .. Dulha Toh Chodiye Yahan Bachpan Bhi Bikta Hai

kalam ki kya zaroorat
aj bagair kalam ke woh
likhta hai..ek click ke zariye
jo sari duniya ko dikta hai
zarurat puri hone par raste
pe palna bhi phikta hai

My Nations Flag...



its pride
its destiny
held by a
child of
the future
already
in rags
my nations
flag hoisted
by some
who after
becoming
leaders netas
have robbed
pillaged
her soul..made
her an old hag
hands tied
ripped whipped
gagged
my nations flag
watches silently
as the corrupt
scamsters
convicted
join the
bandwagon
get elected
moneybags
from different
parties but one
agenda as they
laugh and brag
criminally politicize
the soul of humanity
from a pedestal
into the the dark
shadows of
isolation
she is dragged
my nations flag
only remembered
by poor children
on independence
republic day as
they sell it to
a lady waiting
in the wings
with a handbag
more statues
in a garden
with elephants
running zigzag

the tragedy
of my nations flag

Grand Masti

Birth Of A Street Photographer Nerjis Asif Shakir 1 Day Old



Nerjis Asif Shakir

Street Photographer

Birth 17 July 2011

nerjisasifshakir.blogspot.in/

The Poor Of Hyderabad


the poor of mumbai
the poor of chennai
the poor of all major
cities are held by a
slender thread less
alive more dead..
children malnourished
underfed ..more children
on the way as indian
woman is nothing but
a child manufacturing unit
a broken down creaky bed
since the time after independence
robbed of her freedom ..
continually habitually by man
used abused misused misled
fuck and forget..hump bump
who needs to wed

Mr Astrologer Please Tell Me About Sons Fate ...


the astrologer
who sat outside
the office of a
political party's
gate his clients
all netas a few
rich moneyed
seths ..this was
his first client
in the morning
boni time could
no wait ,, he told
her that her shani
was receding mangal
was in dire straits
she the poor uneducated
muslim lady her son
was in the lock up
for the azad maidan riots
she was hoping he would
be absolved because of
his first mistake he was
of a young age .. and she
cursed those demons
who had engineered
the riots disappeared
he was caught along
with his mates ..
so the fate of a
muslim mother is
always caught in
fear at the mercy of
time even when
bombs detonate
first suspects
have to prove their
innocence before
they prove their
guilt ..will the lady
with the blindfold
scales in hands
be like this mother
in a veil..a thought
to contemplate .

as a poet a street picture became fodder to my mind ,,not open to debate ..

Lalbaugh Chya Raja Mukut Darshan 2019

I am perhaps the only Muslim shooting Lalbaugh Chya Raja for over 20 years or more ,,thanks to Mr Sudhir Salvi head honcho of the Mandal.....