Friday, December 4, 2015

Mad Lady Of Kurla East

cheated by her lover
robbed raped fleeced
her mind in vacuous
turmoil now rabidly
diseased the demon
within her possessed
soul was exorcised by
a priest ,,held firmly
captive it just could
not be released ,,
a day in the life of
the mad lady of
kurla east beauty
marred by a beast

The Mad Woman of Dadar

her good for nothing
husband a drunkard
gambler ran away
with his friends wife
her children deserted
her threw her out on
the streets ,,she barely
manages to stay alive
caught between the
cosmic emptiness of
her fate her worldly
strife,,back stabbed
by an evil knife ,,
she once jumped
into the waters at
marine drive ,,
but a male loving
god did not accept
her selfless suicide

The Mad Woman Of Ajmer

her family left her behind
in the custody of the holy
saint garib nawaz of ajmer
money on her treatment
they could not spare she
had become a liability
to their family honor ,,
her mental imbalance
dark violent moods
they could not bear
she was a victim of a
bad affair ,, jilted used
abused by her lover
her mind they could
not repair ,, waiting
in the dark corner of
moti katla captive
ensnared ,,a day in
the life of the mad
woman of ajmer ,,

Ear Cleaner Bandra Talao

We Sanctimoniously Protect The Cow But Forever Forget To Protect The Woman Somehow

we kill
to save the honor of the cow
while children get raped ..
women trafficked sold out
in redlight areas does not
really matter anyhow ,,

we are caught in the open
jaws of motormouths ,,
who condone rape murder
keep silent throughout ,

The Muslim Beggar Bandra Bazar Road

He comes to beg every morning in a lane next to my house , and this lane has now become a lane of Muslim beggars , a few women beggars and a few old beggars ,, one of the old beggar I shoot sits a few blocks ahead away from this lane ..the little girl with a damaged eye has disappeared I have not seen her for a week or two.

All the old beggars are migrants from Malda West Bengal and though they live in the distant suburbs they come all the way to beg at Bandra Bazar..and this area is not super rich like Bandstand Pali Hill or Carter Road ,, it has a few slums too..though people living in these slums dont like being called slum dwellers , these are the posh slums of Bandra West.. and once the politician builder nexus get their hands on it .. you will see a sea of skyscrapers , towers ,, though this are is close to the seafront and construction restricted by the regressive CRZ rules .. there is a lot of construction happening around ,,

However my post is about beggars and a bit of the geography of my area is useful.. the beggars come here as they people are generous , and people living in the slums are compassionate and give leftover food , old clothings even old utensils ,,

The Muslim beggar mother and child come to beg here on Friday .. I see them but hardly shoot them .. I have been very busy last few weeks ,, and strangely nowadays I prefer shooting videos rather than taking a few stills ,,

The Crawling Beggar Of Ajmer ,,

reptilian remorse
of his life i share ,,
i tried to find god
in a temple
in a dargah
in a mosque
but could not
find god there
he was reflected
in the eyes of
this beggar ,,
body soul
god and
the beggar
both a unique
pair ,,he kept
calling out to
god ..overtly
hidden somewhere
people threw a few
coins thats what they
could spare ,,the muslim
skull cap covered his
disheveled hair ,,breathing
the dust of the road he was
gasping for air ,,darkness at
dawn he was living out his
unending nightmare ,,

than i asked the holy saint
is this why you call me to
ajmer .. oh saint of the poor
downtrodden needy homeless
your benevolence your bounty
the poetry of life as your domain