Friday, February 21, 2014

“Please, sir, I want some more.”



Dickensian dilemma
hunger bites the dust
on the floor ..we are
born die what for ..
we enter through
a hole .. into another
trapdoor..the flesh
was willing the spirits
sore ..god is the essence
faith is the core ..destiny
knocking the wrong doors
we prostitute our moments
memories we whore ...
blood sweat tears of ore

“Some people are nobody's enemies but their own” 
― Charles DickensOliver Twist

The Street Will Be My Grave When I Die


but you die
everyday
said my
inner angst
my altar ego
muting my
death wish
my last cry
inner voices
never lie
so my grave
open to take
me to my maker
a greater street
photographer
his munificence
omnipresence
cosmic eye
his camera misses
nothing i wont deny
a lens that opens
up the unknown as
it pries ..his vision
from the sun with
clouds as reflectors
in disguise .. circle
of confusion depth of
field nothing left to
the imagination
to resize,....
for that one shot
what a sacrifice
does god ever win
a prize or an acceptance
or a certificate of merit
a thought ..some surprise
god hates his pictures on
a salon wall he loves lepers
beggars cries ..for him all
that is ugly is beauty ..
sweet and nice ..

metaphorically i surmise ..hyperbolic ally ,,,i realize

yes i live as i die...

to akbar simonese .. my friend from amsterdam ...hawkeyed and wise

The Bhaiyya Dies A Million Times On The Streets Of Mumbai


he ran away
from the northern plains
without ticket took the first
train to victoria terminus
lashing rains .. his sense
of adventure his gamblers
luck only god could explain
living in the slums shanties
of kurla ..working as a
coolie a cart puller ..he
uses his brain..long after
his death on the soul
of this pungent city his
tears remain...mumbai
the city of migrants
the city of pain..holds
you captive in gilded
chains..madness
unexplained .. even
the normal ones
look insane .

Where Dreams Have Gone



once on my palm
as hope they were
born..i nurtured them
fed them through my
blood sweat tears
now frozen on the
soul of my poetry
memories..outworn
quiet flows the dawn
trampled forever
on the lawn..

The Hungry Ones

Marne wale se bada bachane wala hota hai.

Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat


HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S GRANDFATHER(DADA SAAB) HAZRAT SYED ILLMUDDIN( R.A). SYED ILLMUDDIN CAME WITH HIS FATHER MOHHAMED DURAIN( R.A) FROM Bukhara, Uzbekistan to a village of Lukhnow (India). After demise of Ilmuddin's father he came to Ahmadabad of Gujrat where he met Kutbe Alam and that time the king of Ahmedabad was Ahmed Shah. Kutbe Alam was very much pleased on meeting Ilmuddin and he introduced him to King Ahmed Shah who letter recruitted him in his Army at post of Commander in Chief (sipesalar). Ilmuddin was a very pious man. He lead all his companion on the rightfull path of ALLAH the only One.
2) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) FATHER(WALID SAAB) HAZRAT SYED DOST MOHAMMED( R.A). Dost Mohammed was very bold & brave man master of sword. King Ahmad Shah liked him very much as he also was a succcessfull warrior. He lived at KanpurWADI (AHMEDABAD) where a son was born to him and he named him "Abu Mohammed".
3) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) MOTHER (DAMMA AMMA) HAZRAT SYEDA DAULATI MAA ( R.A). ONCES SYED ALI was weeping for milk, Dama amma embraced him praying to ALLAH TAALA that if I was having Milk I would have fed him. The moment she prayed it was accepted by ALLAH Taala and she got milk. She feeded him happily on seeing this everybody was astonished. After that his father Dost Mohammed married her.


4) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) ELDER BROTHER (BADE BHAI) HAZRAT SYED ABU MOHAMMED( R.A).

5) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) SISTER-IN-LAW ( BHABHI JAAN) HAZRAT SYEDA KUBRA BIBI ( R.A).

6) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) NIECE ( BHATIJI) HAZRAT SYEDA FATIMA JOHRA ( R.A).

7) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) NEWPHEW ( BHATIJE) HAZRAT SYED MURTUZA MIYA ( R.A).

8) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) NEWPHEW'S ( BHATIJE). 8)HAZRAT SYED USMAN MIYA ( R.A). 9) HAZRAT SYED MUSTUFA MIYA ( R.A).

10) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) NEWPHEW ( BHATIJE) HAZRAT SYED BHURA MIYA ( R.A).

11) HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S (R.A) WAZIRSAAB HAZRAT SYED ABU NATTHU WAZIR ( R.A).
THIS ARE THE 11 MAZAR'S IN DARAGH SHARIFF.AFTER URS OF SYED ALI DATAR AFTER 5 DAYS URS OF 11 MAZAR'S ( WHOLE FAMILY ) IS HELD.

ADDRESS OF SYED ALI MIRA DATAR (R.A) DARGAH SHARIF.

Gaon- Unnva , Station - Unjha , District - Mehsana , State - Gujarat , Country - India.

By Road :: From Mumbai daily Bus service is available to Unnava and the bus will drop you right in from of the Dargah Gate (Hussaini Gate). Busses leave from Bombay central and Jogeshwari.

By Rail :: Alternately you can go by train Daily Train service is available from Bandra Station at 9 pm. Train Name is Arravali. It will drop you at Unjha station and from there take an Auto to Unnava.

By Air :: you have to land at Ahmedabad Airport and take A TOURIST TAXI to Unnava. Sardar Vallabh bhai patel International Airport in Ahmedabad is 80 KM.from the Dargah

ACCOMODATION :-

There are many guest house in Unnva.Per day charge is 200-250.

In village there are many who give houses on rent if stay for 40 days.

Rajashtan dharam shala is for hindu jain.

Those who cannot afford guest house can get accomodation in dargah and in madrasa/majid also.

Khadim help us in getting accomodation.

Garibon Par Kya Guzarti Hai Woh Garib Hi Janta Hai

We Are A Nation Of Dreamers ,,,

The Hungry Ones

The Hungry Ones

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