A stylist self made
cinematic sartorial
trade needs no
upgrade ..fully Indian
made, pictures as poems
thankfully will not jade
a mystic in monochromatic
shade will be giving his
body to medicine so his
body wont be eaten by worms
in a open gutter like grave
it wont be interred or laid
no pun intended but he calls
a fucked spade a fucked spade
keeps away from religious tirade
humanity the only universal thought
he shoots beggars homeless hijras
rafaees naga sadhus ..sleeping dogs
the symbolism of mumbai streets ..
where even god does not come to a
poor mans aid ..he is a muslim a hindu
a christian a jew a buddhist ..he cuts
his head with a sharp edged blade still
unlearning photography a medium highly
cliched ..moments relived replayed
he is not on facebook where every face
is a mask within a mask in a masquerade
