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I Shot A Face Wrinkled Wizened On The Surface

etched in pain and remorse
she looked deep into my
eyes paused ..she told
me i was a boat searching
for oars .. million miles
away from shore ,,
bound to dreams of
failure of-course ,,
i was a prisoner
of my surroundings
in a house where
lady luck had
locked all the
doors ,,i will
not be able
to break out
even if i used
my mystical
force ,,

i was the
product of
my passions
my mind
the cosmic
source .

delhi ke shahi taqtwalon ne keh diya ghar ghar islam

delhi ke shahi taqtwalon ne keh
diya ghar ghar islam ..kya joh
sadak par musalman bhik mangte
hain unki zindagi sudarneka kya
kiya intizam..bechare musalman
unke zakhmon par kaun lagaye
ga balm,, apko ko toh mil jati hai
charon waqt ki roti ,,apka kam
tamam ..garib na am ke am
na gutli ke dam ..ab ko sirf
lambi chodne ki adat hai
kya ghar wapsi aur kya
ghar ghar islam..

usne kaha salm wale kum
maine kaha jai shree ram

mere watan ke jhande ko salam

Bhai Chikna Bana Dena ..Main Bhi Bollywood Struggler Hoon

kam ke bad ..jakar film offices main karta hoon fariyad ,,
log mere chehre ko dekhkar dete hain dad..jab hero
ban jaoonga tab jaunga mere gaon Saifai jiski ati hai bahut yad ek din hero banneke bad main bhi banunga koie bade neta ka damad ..

Mumbai Is An Urban Slum ...Every Dreamer It Welcomes

come build tax free
houses on our streets
mumbai teaches you
to beg rob steal to stand
on your two feet ,,
come snatch our
ladies handbags
come molest rape
the kids ..our cops
will look the other
way as you rob the
money van or deal in
 counterfeit mumbai
the worlds no1 city
of crimes ..frauds
scams and cheats
at a drop of a a hat
a riot ,..crime soars
we want to make it
clean and neat by
removing garbage
a political mantra
smiling at defeat
the poor have
nothing to eat

The Homeless In Mumbai Have More Compassion For Their Homeless Pets

for years living
on the pavement
reading the newspaper
dreams wont dent ..
the cat gets his fish
milk..every morning
thanks to this pavement
dwellers kind sentiments
he hopes one day perhaps
his life changes if he could
live under a tent .provided
the government of the rich
people for the rich people
buy the rich people pays
his measly rent ..and he is
not evicted by the municipal
body snatchers ..a thought
with good intent .. he pays
the local goon the money
from his alms ..a pain he
vents .. he has committed
no sin so he need not repent
SOBO the rich mans citadel
in this poor mans life fails
to make a dent ..oh he gets
very unhappy when it rains
the only delirious pain
monsoonal godsent ..

poems are waiting to be shoot provided you can see them ..
visually artistically aesthetically ,,,ladies and gent .. use your mobile phone and hey you Indibloggers use Original Content

dedicated to Deepak Amembal Alok Vats Creofire and the rest of the plants clinging to Indi Vine ..the mouse is g…

Kishan Khadgar Diamond Jubilee Bandraite Born 1939

I was returning home from Bandra east , I had walked a lot , and he was sitting at the grocery shop where i stopped to buy salt for my flower horns I use salt after siphoning ,, and the light shone nicely on his face I took this shot , he has a small tailor shop and has traveled India extensively ..his family has stayed in Bandra for 86 years ,, Bandra bazar road , and pictures are stories ..depends whether you want to picturize a story ..or simply take a snapshot for kicks.

The camera is an intriguing device  and here I must let you into a story within a story..

In 2006 I was invited to a wedding in the suburbs I was dressed the way I am always dressed barefeet I was leashed like a dog to my wifes shadow we reached the venue , the father of the groom was an old time character actor , and he knew me as  a child when we stayed at Wodehouse Road.

The groom was very simply dressed, his wife was in sparkling red , he is a nice kid , I had my Sufii cap , I just asked him would he like t…

I Am Durga I Am Kali I Am Saraswati.. I Am A Girl Child

We don't need no education We don't need no thought control

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave them kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

In Praise Of Lord Shiva .. The Ultimate Peace Giver

RK Laxman .. RIP ,, Long Live The Common Man

an era comes to an end ,,
the common man lost a
good friend on twitter
for one last time he trends
heartfelt best wishes we send
sincere condolence to his family
we lend.. life in silence sans
his humor we will spend ..
but he is there at worli sea face
round the corner round the bend

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Rasipuram Krishnaswamy Laxman[2] (24 October 1921 - 26 January 2015)[3] was an Indian cartoonist, illustrator, and humorist.[4] He is best known for his creation The Common Man, for his daily cartoon strip, "You Said It" in The Times of India, which started in 1951. Laxman was hospitalised with life threatening condition battling which the world-renowned cartoonist died. On Sunday, his condition worsened after which he was put on life support.[5]

Birth and childhood[edit]
R. K. Laxman was born in Mysore. His father was a headmaster and Laxman was the youngest of six sons;[6] an older brother is the famous novelist R. K. Narayan.

Laxman was engrossed by the…

Thirsty Beggar Child And The Empty Glass Of Juice

should i write a poem here
let it lose ..a beggar child
a puppet of the beggar mafia
round his neck a noose ..
to be what they want
him to be he did not
choose ,, sold into slavery
 by a corrupt system..
child abuse
he begs while his parents
play card .. drink booze

writing poetry to awaken the soul
of sleeping monolithic society
its of no use ...

Once Upon A Time There Was An American Lady Who Called Me A Shia Thug

piercing the poetry
of my capricious soul
with a slug perhaps
she was uncomfortable
with my Chameleon like cosmic rings
my colorful turban my
barefeet on my shoulders
a woven shawl like rug
her clawed nails into the
flesh of my poetry she dug..
an incident in Baghdad had
a demonic effect on her
fastidious demeanor..
an incident that was frivolous
media created humbug
i called her blog goddess
perhaps she did have feelings
of a sympathetic nature for
shutterbugs ..fondly remembered
through this post with love and hugs

sartorially signed by the shia thug..
sweet lady all is fair in love and war
please dont get bugged ..water
flowing freely from a bleeding jug..

There Is A Friendly Devil In All Of Us

he is friendly
but he could
 be worse
short of
being abusive
curt and terse
he follows me
with a pitchfork
in his hand
he rides a hearse
he is my doctor
he is my nurse
sometimes i
really wonder
if he is the one
who creates
my verse
my pathos
my poetic
my  pangs
my libidinous
 lust ashes to
ashes he
in my ears
i will
your thirst
you mortal
man a speck
of dust

i corrode and rust
in god we trust
the bubble burst