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Vasai Fort Vasai Village

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Vasai is a large fort in Vasai village, in the Vasai taluka (county) of the District of Palghar, Konkan Division, Maharashtra State, Republic of India. The name "Bassein" is the English version of the Portuguese "Baçaim" (with the "ç" spoken as "s" and with the "m" silent), itself a version of an apparently native name that may have a connection to the Vasa Konkani tribals of the North Konkan region, extending from Mumbai into "South Gujarat." The Marathi name of the place is Vasai.

The complete form of the Portuguese name is "Fortaleza de São Sebastião de Baçaim" or the Fort of St. Sebastian of Vasai. The Vasai fort is a monument of national importance and is protected by the Archaeological Survey of India.[1]

The fort and the village are accessible most easily through the Vasai Road Railway Station, which itself is in Manikpur-Navghar, a part of the newly raised City of Vasai…

Man Lonely Man Is Eternally Scared Of His Dreams

fighting his demons
both real imaginary
he is like a fish out
of water it seems
gasping for breath
hopelessly lost
so much yet so little
waits to be saved
from his ego
his faulted
delusions
redeemed
man a hook line
sinker bait ,,
a metaphoric
moment extreme
a colossal enigma
a wise man saint
a buffoon good
evil asymmetrically
aligned to a theme
in genetic gyration
revolving evolving
bursting at the seams

dedicated to my ello friend david seibold

A Cycle Afloat On The Waves Of Sand

a hasty journey
karmic fate had
planned seeking
for hope in some
distant land knowing
that this escapist
thought she in all
her desires will
understand once
his destiny held
in her hands
a finger hurting
for a wedding
band ,,an injured
angel broken wings
broken wand...dreams
dust to dust ashes to
ashes ..part of a
doomed cosmic plan
the pride the passion
the rise the fall of
an ordinary man

Is God A Racist

with a blindfold
on his majestic
eyes his hand
touches the rich
while the poor
man cries
the poor man
living on earthly
hell will continue
living in hell
after he dies
72 nubile virgins
for jehadists
terrorist as
paradise
more money
more wealth
more ostentation
for the bad guys
the poor man
with a beggar bowl
has no eyes lame
cripple leprous
despised ..as a
beggar poet
god could be a
fascist  nurturing
the ISIS ..as shias
kurds coptics yezdis
decapitated heads
clinically sliced
as the eunuch
UNO world powers
watch helplessly
humanity heist
on the soul of
spirituality a
bleeding pen
writes ,..a world
half in light
half in darkness
black and white


Dadasaheb Phalke In Bandra

Dhundiraj Govind Phalke, (Marathi : धुंडीराज गोविंद फाळके) popularly known as Dadasaheb Phalke (Marathi : दादासाहेब फाळके) (About this sound pronunciation (help·info)) (30 April 1870 – 16 February 1944) was an Indian producer-director-screenwriter, known as the father of Indian cinema.[1][2][3] Starting with his debut film, Raja Harishchandra in 1913, now known as India's first full-length feature, he made 95 movies and 26 short films in his career spanning 19 years, till 1937, including his most noted works: Mohini Bhasmasur (1913), Satyavan Savitri (1914), Lanka Dahan (1917), Shri Krishna Janma (1918) and Kaliya Mardan (1919).[4]

The Dadasaheb Phalke Award, for lifetime contribution to cinema, was instituted in his honour by the Government of India in 1969. The award is one of the most prestigious awards in Indian cinema and is the highest official recognition for film personalities in the country.[5] A postage stamp, bearing his face, was released by India Post to honour him i…

God The Artist Worked On Some Faces

sculpting
molding
a few specie
as such
using his
artistic touch
flaws he
carefully
retouched
man his model
in sheer humility
got down on his
kneels said
lord god
thank you
very much
miraculously
made him walk
again without
his crutch..