Hijdaeroticness is a word coined by me Hijda Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi it is a term to define the sexual sensitivity of a Hijda a sponged object of curiosity.
Everyone wants to know about the Hijda , if you see the term used in Google search that ultimately reach my site at Word Press on Hijdas you will be suffused with a sense of surprise and the notoriety of the term used.
Everyone wants to know about their private parts, their life styles , how they fuck , the size of their dicks, their abnormal tits what not .
I am certain most of the guys have one death wish , make love to a Hijda before they die ..I mean it .I know guys lusting for Hijdas its like caviar, its like a heady aphrodisiac..
The Toy boys I met with Hijdas are fed up of woman menstrual machinations, women the sickly dirt act of making love to them, the pregnancy, the huge monstrousy bloated belly.. People are going for simplicity , unemotional complexity ..they are moving towards the Hijda ..
They are distancing themselves from cunning conniving lustreless Women..
These are my pedestrian views apropos the Hijdas and their lovers ..Many a times I have been asked to shoot their lovemaking at Kamatipura I politely refused..
I am into the Hijda ethnicity admiration, I am an open book and you read me as such..I respect the access the Hijdas give me , I bring their cause to let them live as humans and not humanzoid freaks..
Callously choked
The gutters of my brain
Acid rain on
My multicolored designer ass
Those who are more crazy than me
Call me insane
When I pass by them they feign
The best of me as sugar
Diabetically drain
A mound that has
become a funereal plain
Yes I missed the bus and also
The train
Walking barfeet
Pictorially slain
My bad luck still on the wane
God save me from
The showers that will
Semi drown me
In Bandra Bazar Road Rain
My epitaph seen through a microscope
On a rice grain
Blood clotted..
Seminal stain
My manhood a sham
Some more pain
Hijda I am not
But this testicular fortitude
I cannot sustain
My sexual orientation
Does not complain
Me and my libido
In gargantuan chains
My pedestrian poetry
Fails to explain.
Hijdaeroticness
Does not remind
Me of a Fostered Blaine
Poem hunter deleted poetry
Without my pictures was not my terrain
Yes I miss writing bird cock poetry
Vaginal whispers
Vaginal monologues
transgendered disdain
A sinking boat drowning coxswain
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
For Sale ..Humanity at the Flea Market
A sorry
sordid tale
my thoughts the distress upscale
a man a woman
at the flea market for sale
once drinking from the holy grail
time and tied
their lives derailed
good times over
forever
to bad times nailed
from a land of contentment
to a land of sorrow they have sailed
in a flea market jailed
no anticipatory bail,,
just a road map no trail
human life is a tragedy
humanity dubiously frail
in between gender
wanting to be a eunuch
though biologically male
sordid tale
my thoughts the distress upscale
a man a woman
at the flea market for sale
once drinking from the holy grail
time and tied
their lives derailed
good times over
forever
to bad times nailed
from a land of contentment
to a land of sorrow they have sailed
in a flea market jailed
no anticipatory bail,,
just a road map no trail
human life is a tragedy
humanity dubiously frail
in between gender
wanting to be a eunuch
though biologically male
Yes I am a Hijda in a Eunuch Society
Yes I am a Hijda
a Daliesque metaphor
in manly disguise
weaned by a eunuch society
layers of corrugated
paper thin lies
that sucks
my surrealistic sorrow
razor sharp tears
cutting the hollows
that are caved in
bombed visions
more dead than alive
yes slits
venetian blinds
for hopelessness
that protects my eyes
from more accusative lies
my putrid flesh on the
fly infested clothesline
of my sweaty soul
in despair dries
everyone even
my selfish shadow
from me shies
my dharma
my karma
in boa constricted vice
divinity that lives
my perished
penile perversion
ambidextrous aversion
on my testicular
fortitude dies
my death rending shrieks
that settle on the cavernous
bosom
of a blog goddess
hovering between planet earth
a mushroom umbrella
opening the other way up
bursting the devious
dams in the skies
revolting rainfall of
cheap bottled aerated water
smell of old spice
skullduggery
renamed anti Christ
a Daliesque metaphor
in manly disguise
weaned by a eunuch society
layers of corrugated
paper thin lies
that sucks
my surrealistic sorrow
razor sharp tears
cutting the hollows
that are caved in
bombed visions
more dead than alive
yes slits
venetian blinds
for hopelessness
that protects my eyes
from more accusative lies
my putrid flesh on the
fly infested clothesline
of my sweaty soul
in despair dries
everyone even
my selfish shadow
from me shies
my dharma
my karma
in boa constricted vice
divinity that lives
my perished
penile perversion
ambidextrous aversion
on my testicular
fortitude dies
my death rending shrieks
that settle on the cavernous
bosom
of a blog goddess
hovering between planet earth
a mushroom umbrella
opening the other way up
bursting the devious
dams in the skies
revolting rainfall of
cheap bottled aerated water
smell of old spice
skullduggery
renamed anti Christ
Mona the Hijda I became
I am a wretched
Smudged ink stained
Xerox copy of a woman she said
I was born a boy my mother
Died n childbirth
My father with the midwife fled
I was bought up by a distant uncle
Sold at Bhandup Brothel
From a boy castrated
The agony the pain and the dread
Given a bleeding sindoor a saree
Playfully called Mintoo
Mona the Hijda I became
Sleeping night after night
My kismet I did blame
Fucked by men in white
Fucked by men in khaki
Fucked by my sense of shame
Rectal reminiscences
Anal penetration
Blow jobs as they came
The beatings of the Madam
The inner scars unhealing
Part of my picture frame
Smudged ink stained
Xerox copy of a woman she said
I was born a boy my mother
Died n childbirth
My father with the midwife fled
I was bought up by a distant uncle
Sold at Bhandup Brothel
From a boy castrated
The agony the pain and the dread
Given a bleeding sindoor a saree
Playfully called Mintoo
Mona the Hijda I became
Sleeping night after night
My kismet I did blame
Fucked by men in white
Fucked by men in khaki
Fucked by my sense of shame
Rectal reminiscences
Anal penetration
Blow jobs as they came
The beatings of the Madam
The inner scars unhealing
Part of my picture frame
Neither Man Nor Woman Asleep
neither man nor woman
lustreless transgendered sleep
within a framework
of concretised claustrophobia
androgynously amorphous
neck deep ..
lying on a loveless roadside heap
as the lengthning shadows
on his anonymous ass creep
when he wakes up
man or woman or either
eunuched tears
uncrystalized to weep
a foetus unaborted
from a whorish mothers womb did leap
father a truck driver
she who was his keep
living life was expensive
but making babies was cheap
dysfunctional genitalia
given in the arms of the hijdas
this little bo peep
scarred discarded
municipal roads to sweep
the body the soul
engendered upkeep
This was a picture that I shot just before Otters Club.. I had carried my camera , stopped the rick shot a few frames flipped this horizontal...the rest were unfocussed because of my injured hand.
lustreless transgendered sleep
within a framework
of concretised claustrophobia
androgynously amorphous
neck deep ..
lying on a loveless roadside heap
as the lengthning shadows
on his anonymous ass creep
when he wakes up
man or woman or either
eunuched tears
uncrystalized to weep
a foetus unaborted
from a whorish mothers womb did leap
father a truck driver
she who was his keep
living life was expensive
but making babies was cheap
dysfunctional genitalia
given in the arms of the hijdas
this little bo peep
scarred discarded
municipal roads to sweep
the body the soul
engendered upkeep
This was a picture that I shot just before Otters Club.. I had carried my camera , stopped the rick shot a few frames flipped this horizontal...the rest were unfocussed because of my injured hand.
Man Without Balls
As a child he played
with his sisters dolls
school days all those
hijda cat calls
yes testicular fortitude
eunuched tears
like soiled rainfalls
the irony the agony
of a man without balls
rectal reminicences
from the cradle to the grave
he crawls ..
dancing trinkets
ghungroo feet
bacchu ki wadi
infested mujra
dancing halls
once i was born an adonis
silently he recalls
oh to be a hijda
prostituted pitfalls
This is inspired poetry of hijda sadness..I am not much of a group man...
This is dedicated to a one man group of the same name on flickr.
with his sisters dolls
school days all those
hijda cat calls
yes testicular fortitude
eunuched tears
like soiled rainfalls
the irony the agony
of a man without balls
rectal reminicences
from the cradle to the grave
he crawls ..
dancing trinkets
ghungroo feet
bacchu ki wadi
infested mujra
dancing halls
once i was born an adonis
silently he recalls
oh to be a hijda
prostituted pitfalls
This is inspired poetry of hijda sadness..I am not much of a group man...
This is dedicated to a one man group of the same name on flickr.
Tansgendered Tragedy
She dances
the mujra dance
to set her
tansgendered
soul free
from a man
she becomes
a woman
her defiance
her bravery
the mujra dance
to set her
tansgendered
soul free
from a man
she becomes
a woman
her defiance
her bravery
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