hidden beneath the veil was my muse her face pale ..my destiny on the crucifix of her desire wantonly nailed from where i had started ..i walked back.. in retrospection to the dark cell of my inner jail..i let out a wail a beggar poets unfinished tale held in the claws of a demonic female ...leonine but also frail
The Indians ..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. of rural india waiting for a new order change where for their votes they will get peace hope harmony in exchange .. at the moment polluted air corrupted chaos life seems strange all around the system failed people deranged their voices .. unheard out of range ..
by birth a Muslim if you really recognize him..his life full of pain pitfalls ..dark gone dim..for his aberrations his sins he hopes god forgives him his earnest wish of getting a new lease on his failed life chances are very slim..he does not want his worst enemy to end up like him..at ajmer it was not me but my camera that actually shot him..
i will be upset if you patronize my picture taking and dont like him we both are beggars .. me more unlike him a circle of confusion on a cosmic rim... contorted chaos of his reptilian limbs