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Showing posts from July 8, 2014

My Story of Street Barbers At Banganga Continues

once a year they come with scissor and comb for this spiritual rendezvous a sea of barbers cascading hair on view ..earning their livelihood barbers of all color and hue .the muslim barber respectfully cutting the hair of the hindu pitru paksha prayers to departed forefathers hope and hindutva as a message of peace both devotee the barber religiously pursue passion fervor rituals intimate sentiments subdued ..pandits chanting mantras pind dan that was overdue ,, the north indian migrant , religiously tonsured in a city in which he grew mumbai amchi mumbai gives every man his due ,,

We Are Both Malangs Of Ali

our eyes closed as we walk his path he makes us see a world beyond the realms of mere mortality yes we are products of a chant nade ali we are healers through pictures pathos poetry your blessings your prayers is our eternity may god keep you happy safe ya ali.. love from nerjis and me

I Fell in Love With This Woman Painted On A Wall

every time i pass her by she stealthily sees me with a face hidden beneath a muslin veil she calls whispers sweet nothings this man created lovely angel of a times the poetry of my life with her languorous silence she assaults in my shortcomings she finds inconsequential faults ..she wants me to rise above myself.. but time and again rebelliously i revolt a poem a soliloquy of my vagrant dreams i must halt ,,