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I Asked This Muslim Man Why He Was Begging ,, He Answered Bura Waqt Aur Badkismati

simply translated
bad times bad luck
standing at bandra
bazar road my
curious question
he did not duck
he said once he
had a job he worked
than came a wind
blew away everything
he was stuck throw
away into the muck
did i solve his problems
by giving him a few bucks

how many times must he
prove he is an indian not
just a muslim beggar
polarized by forces
beyond his control
yes life sucks ,,

I Waited A Long Time Here For Her

holding my heart
on my sleeve
I decided till she
did not come I
would not leave
her long absence
made me grieve
every word of her
now in retrospect
I believed ..her
lilting laughter
her smiling face
was she peeved
a love nothing
achieved deleted
doomed memories
a void  i perceived
from that last
scented letter
I  received I think
I was cheated I
was deceived
she stole my
reason to live
this beautiful
thief comely eve
lost illusions
make believe

i am still standing
nothing left to retrieve

Jinhe Lucknow Pe Naz Hai Woh Kahan Hai

Zara Saifai  ke rehbaron ko bulao, Ye kuche,ye galiyan,ye manzar dikhao/ Jinhe naaz hai Lucknow  par unko lao,Jinhe naaz hai Lucknow  par vo kahan hai?

I am an incorrigible street photographer Fuck F Stops

Camera clubs hardly talk about street photography ,, everything is pictorial and fine art or photojournalism literally breaks my heart ..if you see a camera club journal or newsletter it will be the same thing shot over and over again the same light the same mood copying the Renaissance old farts ..  Photography was destroyed by camera clubs bad start , thankfully from analogue I was lucky to switch to blogs ..reboot restart the computer of my mind went digital.got rid of all the photography fucked rules and warts .. no i got tired of using my camera ..I wanted stories emotions feelings not salon inspired snap shots , fuck your acceptance s your certificate of merits your pristine white washed salon walls your judges that dont know the difference between the elbow and the rectum or any other body part ...

Even the mobile phone in the right hands gets pictures ..distinctly apart ..fuck vision fuck f stops ,,, photography is neither a science but a mystical holistic soul searching feel…

The Accidental Blogger

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time

Bollywoods Most Wanted Beggar Poet Of Mumbai

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

Neigbors Envy Mumbais Pride - Our Mumbai Police

The Mumbai Police (Marathi मुंबई पोलिस) (also known as Brihanmumbai Police) is the police force of the city of Mumbai, Maharashtra. It has the primary responsibilities of law enforcement and investigation within the limits of Mumbai. The department's motto is "Sadrakṣaṇāya Khalanigrahaṇāya" (Sanskrit: सद्रक्षणाय खलनिग्रहणाय, "To protect the good and to destroy the evil").

It is headed by the Commissioner of Mumbai Police, who is generally an Indian Police Service (IPS) officer.

History[edit]
Origins[edit]
During the 17th century (until 1655), the area of present day Mumbai was under Portuguese control. The Portuguese formed a basic law enforcement structure in this area with the establishment of a Police out-post in 1661.[1]

The origins of the present day Mumbai police can be traced back to a militia organised by Gerald Aungier, the then Governor of Mumbai in 1669. This Bhandari Militia was composed of around 500 men and was headquartered at Mahim, Sewree and …

I Was Cosmically Destined To Shoot Beggars ..

the smile on his face
his happiness his joy
this crippled handicapped
boy..beggars who will employ
so the beggar mafia enlists them
battered shattered human toys
do they have dreams these poor
unfortunate beggar boys ,making
more money than peons office boys

Swach Bharat Kaise Banaye Ab Inhe Kahan Chupaein

har gali
har mod par
har mandir
har dargah
har masjid
ke samne
yeh phir
dikh jayein
yeh aisa
kachra
jo hatao
toh phir
wapas
ajaye

soch main
pade hain
yeh garibi
kaise hataien
koie aisi
magic ki chaddi
hoti ke inhe
gayab karein
swach bharat
badi badiya
badi acchi soch
ko bhai agae
kaise badein
aam admi ki
jhadu chinkar
kya unhe bula
kar galiyan
saf karein
hai..CCTV
har kachre ki
kundi par lagaein
take kamine jaldi
pakde jaein
inki ragon main
kachre jaisi addat
is adat ko kaise
dur bhagaien

hum toh tasvir lekar
ab kiska dil bhailyen

kone main inke ma bap
chup kar bandra east
ke bridge par inse bhik
mangwaein .. police ko
kya dikhaein.. hafta khori
ne dam tod diye swach
bharat kaise banaein


beggar poet ..bandra BJP gad
ko kaise sudar banaein....photo
khechna band karo toh sab
kuch thik ho jaye aur acche din
ujwal din bhi mumbai main ayen