Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Aye Shimr Baraye Khuda Kat Na Shaye Ka Gala Deti Thi Zainab Sada Ya Hussain Alvida

The Shia Child ,,,,Becomes An Adult Overnight ,,, The Effect of Ghame Hussain

Hardcore Kamazani Ashura Day Amin Imambada ,,2011

If you can shoot here at ground level without getting hurt by flying blades , moving daggers swords ,, you can shoot anywhere .. and more difficult than this is shooting Chehlum at Rehmatabad ,,, ..a literal war zone ,,, see my Flickr sets collections In Mumbai..

I dont shoot Moharam in Mumbai at all.. too many bigots ,, and racists ,,, have made it impossible to shoot document this important event in the life of the Shias ,,, my documentation was only for the non Muslims my foreigner friends who wanted to know the Shia Ethos of Pain.. we call Ghame Hussain ..My Moharam sets were not to glorify or proselytize my faith I shot pain human emotions blood sweat and tears 1400 year old tradition..

the ecstasy and the agony of a beggar poet

pre destined
caught in
a cosmic net
angst of
on the internet
a beggar poet
in debt ..miscalculated
compound interest
mind above matter
on test ..devo atithi
bhava even god
is his
own house
turned into
an eagles nest
as they lose
context ,,
lost illusions
on a board
like pinterest

Life Is Nothing But An Optical Illusion

of pain
for hope

River Fishes Die In Opulent Glass Aquariums

i tried
to swim
my hopes
in glass walls
illusions on
every rim
his masters
voice whim
to a pseudonym
i saved my soul
i jumped out
of the aquarium
into the gutter
broken limbs
now life is
back to nature
freedom not
for sale anymore
nor death
on the brink..
no tetra bites
no humpy head
no more
de chlorinated
poison to drink

The Mannequin Died In His Dream

with his
lost illusions
in the stream
his shouts
his cries
his screams
were soundless
knocks on her
silver door
it seems
she was
to his
a theme ,,,

The Metamorphosis Of A Malang

a dream that
died young
hope washed away
lyrical songs she
had sung .. the dreads
all gone for a short
while away from
the mound of desire
the garbage can
of dung..smokeless
sorrow dying lungs
on a noose of lost
illusions i was
fatalistically hung
as i swung
like a pendulum
zindagi se tang
now back into
my world of
urchins beggars
sufi monks ,,
my kind
with silence
as locks on
their tongues
what was
big bucks
hard earned
money back
to the sethiya
i flung

Main aaj bhi pheke hue paise nahi uthaataa
zindagi ka mod.. aur kayam hai jung

The Dam Madar Malang

pain of karbala
the martyrdom
of imam hussain
a bleeding sky
a shia pandit
a camera lens
that holds shivas
third eye

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

Ruler is Hussain, Emperor is Hussain,
Faith is Hussain , guardian of faith is Hussain .
Offered his head and not the hand to Yazid.
Truly, the mirror of faith is Hussain

words of the sufi saint of ajmer
on the bulund darwaza
that wont die
within the soul of humanity
sakinas cry
alam abbas
mashke sakina
cut off water supply
asghars parched throat
bleeding dry
kassims mutilated body
trampled by horses by and by
zainabs kutbas
in the court of yazid
her soul filled reply
a head on a spear
tilawate koran
a bayt held high

sham sham sham
the fourth imam
bidding karbala
humanity good bye

hussain is humanity
embedded in an eternal sigh

lanat on yazid
father of terrorism
allah ho akbar
misused by the jehaddis
now a war cry
arab barbarism
an eye for an eye

shiasm a protest against
for 1400 years in the public eye
ya hussain
ya hussain
they wont deny

picture shot by my daughter samiya

My Flickr Stat Today 25000

Taziadar Hain Ham Shaye Ke Ghamkar Hain Ham

Ham Ko Pehchan Lo Maula Ke Azadar Hain Ham