The Hijda community
My fascination
That gives birth
To my Eunuch poetry
My Transgendered
Blithe spirit
Lakshmi Narayan Tripathi
She is my Hijda Guru
Me her Chela
She a devotional
Diety
Me in my pictorial
Piety
She
Emasculated
Un Testicular Fortitude
Terrorized by a
Male Dominated
Society ..
Man and Women born Free
The Hijda
Death in Captivity.
Blindfolded Blasphemy
I have not a single picture , since a month, yesterday I had my Naga Sadhu visitor ,, Balak Naga Sadhu from Junagadh, he removes holy ash from the air, does a lot of spirtual mumbo jumbo, but is always asking for the trinkets in my shop or for black material to make his wrap up dress.I gave him some money, he was here a few weeks back, you can see his pictures on this link below...
photographerno1.wordpress.com/2007/05/28/balak-naga-sadhu...
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Hijda at the Turner Road Traffic Signal
Begging at the signal light
The Tuner Road beggar kids
Dwarves , pipsqueaks of all heights
The Hijdas woes the Hijdas plight
They pull her saree
Tease her torment her
but become friends after a fight
share her sorrows
no childish frights
evening crawls into Bandra nights
playing vehicular music
such awesome sights
fucked forever are
fundamental rights
report obscene
reality bytes
The Tuner Road beggar kids
Dwarves , pipsqueaks of all heights
The Hijdas woes the Hijdas plight
They pull her saree
Tease her torment her
but become friends after a fight
share her sorrows
no childish frights
evening crawls into Bandra nights
playing vehicular music
such awesome sights
fucked forever are
fundamental rights
report obscene
reality bytes
Androgynously Amorphous the Cry of Man
On New Years eve
At Bandra Bazar Road
They burn the effigy of Man
A coward
Also a Superman
What he does
Nitihari kids killing
Rape sodomy
Bombing, murder
Arson burglary
No one can
God fearing
Man hating
Man
Gods first mistake
In a cosmic plan
Why did he not give
Him the intelligence
Of a dumb animal
To make him a better man
When god came on earth as man
It was god who was crucified
Killed by man as man
Satanic serpent seed
The seed of man
Sometimes brave
Sometimes ran
Multi colored
Hue man
Fatalistically fucking fate
The ignominy
Of the alpha
Omega man
Dying
Resurrected
Like a phoenix
The Metrosexual man
He overrides women
This chauvinistic man
Becomes a hijda
Transgendered tragedy
Androgynously amorphous
The cry of man.
At Bandra Bazar Road
They burn the effigy of Man
A coward
Also a Superman
What he does
Nitihari kids killing
Rape sodomy
Bombing, murder
Arson burglary
No one can
God fearing
Man hating
Man
Gods first mistake
In a cosmic plan
Why did he not give
Him the intelligence
Of a dumb animal
To make him a better man
When god came on earth as man
It was god who was crucified
Killed by man as man
Satanic serpent seed
The seed of man
Sometimes brave
Sometimes ran
Multi colored
Hue man
Fatalistically fucking fate
The ignominy
Of the alpha
Omega man
Dying
Resurrected
Like a phoenix
The Metrosexual man
He overrides women
This chauvinistic man
Becomes a hijda
Transgendered tragedy
Androgynously amorphous
The cry of man.
Eunuched Soul
A masculine mind
A Hijda soul..
Far away thoughts
Pegged to a totem pole
a magic carpet she unrolls
as predestined plurality
takes a stroll ..
she me reversal roles
dangerously
open municipal manholes
abysmal fall ..
unequivocal goals
deodorized mothballed armholes
androgynous anomaly she condoles
my fucked life seen through peepholes
A Hijda soul..
Far away thoughts
Pegged to a totem pole
a magic carpet she unrolls
as predestined plurality
takes a stroll ..
she me reversal roles
dangerously
open municipal manholes
abysmal fall ..
unequivocal goals
deodorized mothballed armholes
androgynous anomaly she condoles
my fucked life seen through peepholes
Hijdaeroticness at Large
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
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
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
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