"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

Reminiscences of Romance

Zenitude of Firoze Shakir

marcq de clercq and me

me my jewellery and my zenitude

Lord Siva favors me as a photographer, his ever-seeing third eye perched on the lens of my camera, I think he directs me to my belief in Hope and Hindutva..I started a new Blog series on the Kumbh Mela , I had to take another Gmail Id to start a Blog at Bloggerspot, beats me why I cant be be a single author of several Blogs, besides I cannot afford upgrades, I am doing a social service to Google members and readers taking them piggy back free into my world, showing them what they wont see in tourist guides, my India.

A Muslim man who has impounded his multifaceted soul to Hindu cultural consciousness.

If being a kafir is Hindu I would rather be a Hindu, being a Shia born is being a kafir too.

They who mock me call me a Shia pandit for the saffronisation of my views.I dont blame them.

I had to take an email Id for my Kumbh Blogs I decided on the name ShivKumbh..

I have unposted pictures of the Kumbh , I only hope Blogspot increases my uploads , on my Kumbh Mela blogs so I can share a unique world with you.

I do not sell my pictures they are as free as the breath of life I inhale.

I have also bought a new domain name , the site is being developed by my school mate Anil Shejale of Vaman People, this will showcase the world of Hijdas and Eunuchs as close as you can see see them.

My friend Marc de Clercq the Belgian photographer stayed with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, my Hijda Guru shot a lot of footage of the Hijdas, he was unfortunate that before reaching Koovagam Koothandavar Eunuch festival his entire Hassleblad equipment was stolen.. this aspect of my countrys rogue denizens I hate, such people who destroy the charm of Indian integrity should be given life as this is an assymetrical assasination our countrys honor..and hospitability.

I think shooting them would stop the malaise one and for all, a cancerous malignant tumour..but than I realised as an after thought who would rule over us...Life sucks

Marc De Clercq

Indian Desis Are Not For Me Per Se

no not in charity

no not even as free

i have given my

indigenous heart

to a goddess

my ass bent on my knee

somewhere out there

in a cybernetic soundless ocean

she who does not hear me

my 50th blog

uploading

my faults for free

click fraud google friendly

Tantric Kundalini

barefeet

tantric kundalini

powered

no shoe

thoughts

of a goddess

ensue

tear drops

that taste like dew

my poems

are part of you

waiting

outside a trembling door

in queque

Waiting Endlessly

waiting waiting waiting

Outside her Trembling Door

wave after wave

lashes her

trembling door

lost in the labyrinths

of man made darkness

I dont know what is in store

no light at the end of this tunnel

no ray of hope in this corridor

a hymeaneal hypocrisy

hyperbolic metaphor

hypothetical hysterics

that I endure

Shia Thug No1

loneliness is a terrible

bear hug ..

water flowing

from a broken jug

seminal stains on a rug

a crucifix on the back

as a hump of despair

that i lug

reliving emotions

recycled pain

of a photographer

of a poet

of a blogger

she once baptised

shia thug

falling in love

with an american woman

was never a wonder drug

she who hates

bollywoods most wanted mug

Will She Take Me Back ?

love means searching for happiness like a needle in a
haystack

i lost my way no chance that she will take me back

a shia thug bleeding forehead a hard nut to crack

The Shia Thug v/s The Shia Pandit

Man made woman he rested.

But when God made American Woman neither God nor Man has rested.

for the American loves to hate whom she loves more a thought undetested , swimming the shark infested waers of life untested.

The American woman calls me a Shia Thug..

The Indian man who hates me falling in love with a Blog Goddess calls me Shia Pandit, therby saffronising the soul of my pictorial poetry..

Being married does not mean you cannot fall in Love..falling out of love is the beginning of the family lawyer, the divorce the alimony ...Some marriages take place in Heaven some were nuptialised in Hell...

Falling in love not getting married saves you from divorce..live in is the best way of living out.

I am married , I am always in love , as a poet you need to be in love hate does not beget Poems... only more Hate.

I think the only was to save Humanity , is to give a seconds thought to Polyandry..let the wife pay the role of Man...

I will leave this with a blank... I dont intend to fill .

Life is not a bed of thorns

my exotic jewellery collection is about 160 kgs, excluding my own weight, my
silver sticks and my pictorially poetic attitude.

Lady Diana of The Dread Heads

Diana stopped talking to me because I shaved of my dreadlocks,
hopefully Iam trying to grow them again.

The Odd Couple

shot by subhash solanki togetherness undefined

Growing Grass on a Bald Head

Being bald is looking and feeling beautiful.

I know guys with receeding hairlines, baldness covering up
their sparseness hirsute scarcity, with horrendous wigs, it looks all the more
awful, why not just go bald.Idid , but honestly I hate the bald look on me.I
grew dreads , but there is a tale attached to my dreads, my dreads were kept in
good form by Lady Diana of the dreads , she was a Wiccan, gone Tantrik under her
Kailash Baba from Jodhpur.Diana is famous in Goa and in Pushkar too , she is
strictly by appointment.. she is Bollywood's celebrity cult figure.

My wife practices aromatherapy, she made a hair growing brew, expensive
one, but hair is guaranteed in a weeks time. It grows grass on a bald head.She
sells it to close friends, though a little bottle takes time to make as the
ingredients have to be dried in the sun, so its tough in the rains..no supply
just demand.Its all about green thumb, she has it , it works.She tried it on
heself, her hair was falling, diminishing, not anymore...

Ohmkara

This was shot by a friend, photographer Umesh Salgaonkar at his studio, five years back, we were students of Mr Shreekanth Malushte, but Umesh a graphic artist was light years ahead of me in photography.I learnt much from him too, he has two studios one in Andheri the other in Dadar.

Live and Let Live

you dont have to forget or forgive

go about with your business

just live and let live

dont take dont give

A wise woman cannot be wise without a foolish man

Hanging out to dry are my family jewels at the back .
Being married , is a state of mind deceptively denying
a back track...the tyranny of time and timelessness
that mindlessness hijacks.

Behind Every Fool Lies a Wise Woman

my wise wife and foolish me

Being foolish, is a sign of brilliance too, foolish means , human , very human to ones on fault and those of others around you.I forfeit the right to be smart, smartness is a heavy weight to carry.Carrying the crucifix of ones own flaws is a heavy weight too, but you marry , your smart wife carries your burden, at times she carries your dead weight too.

Man the foolish man is gods gift to a wise woman, the foolish man is like a pet chihuaha to a wise woman, always loves slipping into the warmthness of her laps.

I as a foolish man would have remained catatonically dumb, the wise woman redeemed me from being extinguished , she controls me , she is my strength....sometimes being a liabilty of being foolish is long term returns , long term dividents..

The siblings of this inequivocal relationship is encrusted born genius, good looking, smart, neither too foolish nor too wise..just as the doctor prescribed...

firoze shakir

Being Human is Being Divine

a penny for your thoughts

Another one bites the dust

gone bust