Thursday, June 21, 2007

A Shia Lady in Pain

It rained
chehlum
at shahe marda
in delhi
a very
heavy rain
when
I spotted
this shia lady
fully covered
yet through
my camera eye
I read her pain
her silence
stopped all motion
emotion
just devotion
I heard a whisper
a name
reverberating
in the rain
in the soundless
corridors of my
consciousness
a single name
1400 years pain
the sands of karbala
blowing winds
ya hussain

shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
deen ast hussain
deen panah ast hussain
haqqe bina
lailaha ast hussain
a thought so plain
as he lay slain
he gave his head
not his hand
ya hussain

{Hussain is the king, indeed he is the king of kings
Hussain is Deen and also the protector of Deen
He gave his head but not his hand of allegiance in the hand of Yazid
Indeed he was the founder
(Like his grandfather) of the concept of One God}

Just her bare hand, the lines of misery, running criss crossing her lifes pain.. I am not a palmist
but like her I too in my bad times call out ya hussain…

May 2nd, 2007

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Hussainiyat Never Dies



Hussainiyat Never Dies
photo courtesy

cdn.channel.aol.com/aolnews_photos/09/02/2005012816390999...



We were born to cry
Our children unborn
Will follow us bye and bye
You kill our bodies
Our spirit embalmed
Hussainiyat
Will never die
Maksade Hussain
Your evil plan defies
However much
You terrorize
You distorted dogmas
Of hate emasculated lies
You faulty religiosity
An empty loaded dice
Called Yazidiyat
A burden to humanity
No surprise
With your misguided piety
You may disguise
Your product expired shelf life
No one buys
Your bombs
Your bullets
Your grenades
Weapons of mass deception
Your unspiritual supplies
Your mission
With which our Islam
You compromise
Your petro funded Titanic
That will one day capsize
Take my advice
Your turncoat mullahs
And your rabbis
You too will see you loved ones
On your demise..Lying
Lengthwise
If you and your evil ways don’t revise
Running against the tide anti clockwise

This poem is inspired by the picture on Jahane Rumi ‘s post
Shah Ast Hussain
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Shah Ast Hussain Badsha Ast Hussain

A lesson in humanity
A banner you must feel
Before you read
Shah Ast Hussain
Badshah Ast Hussain
A spiritual feed
One name stands out
Unbowed to human greed
Not by mere words
But by deed
From Medina to Karbala
he did proceed
to save Islam
his head did bleed..
He gave his head
But not his hand to Yazid
Haqqa bina la ilaha ast Hussain
Yes indeed.
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Hussainiyat belongs to all Mankind

In his benign eyes
Lies the wisdom of my race
My truth my honesty
my zest for living
I trace
On a safety swing
Says this man cubs face
Futuristic fears I chase
My hardships I embrace
My faith I don’t misplace
The wailing walls of my well being
They blacken and deface
Something’s once broken
You just cannot replace
Tolerance the bulwark
Of all religion on earth
Is yet to be heard in the minarets
Of my birth place
Decadence outward piety
Waywardness a show place
Hussainiyat belongs to all mankind
Not just your monopoly or database
Bare feet walking on the sands of time
Not at the mercy of a shoelace
You take care of yours
My priorities are in place
Yazidiyat is spiritual terrorism
a mask superimposed as satanic face
that you have to learn to stamp and erase
Multi racialism seldom has a white face.
It is we our own type that hammer us
With home made hate
No not some aliens from outer space..
Poisonous fumes coming from
A home grown fire place.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Hijda Touching the Sky

she stood on the drum
elavated to touch
the feet of godliness in the sky
she danced the tandav
ripping the soul of her
consciousness by and by
weeping confused tears
that fell like dry petals
on the ground
i knelt down to hear
their whimper
a sigh ..
reverberating a silence
that said why why why ..
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The Hijdas of Chennai..

This is a picture I shot of the Hijdas I met at Abdul Rehman Street
I introduced myself to them and they were from Chennai and I told them I was coming to Koovagam in April for the greatest event of Hijdas..
Where they get married to the Lord Iravan and the next morning they mourn the death of their lord , break bangles and become widows till the next time they return to Koovagam..

The Hijdas of Chennai..
They called me Firoze Bhai
They promised to meet
Me at Koovagam
Where they will become
Brides for just one night
Lord Iravan they will marry
In the Morning he will die
They will become widows
Break bangles tear their clothes
Smear ash on their bodies and cry
Yes in April I will party with
the Hijdas
also known as Aravanis
from Chennai.
And if you want to accompany me
Call me before April and not
In June or July….

poem no 959
It was unfortunate I did not go to the Eunuch Festival this year, I was nursing an injury on my right hand I had slashed the tendon on my right hand with a sword, was totally out of action, even today after several months I am handicapped, I cannot lift anything,, the pain has become a part of my daily regimen.
I was asking my Hijda Guru Laxmi to connect me to the Hijdas of Kamatipura so I can shoot them without being hassled by the Gurus and the ToyBoys of the Hijdas.
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Haji Malang Beckons

from every gharana they come
hijdas beautiful winsome
to haji malang
a babas kingdom
placing the chaddar
at his feet
to his divinity succumb
some want an entire loaf
some find godliness in a crumb.

Initially I posted pictures of the Hijdas of Haji Malang at Buzznet, those that I had shot on digital , but I had shot negs too got them scanned on CD.This CD got misplaced after many months I did find it..unfortuntely I never shot a single picture of Lakshmi Narayan Tripathi who I met in these surroundings after 11 years.
Haji Malang is sheer Mysticism..Hit this spot once you will come to tems with your innerself.. its not about religiosty its about the rough environment..areas that you need to trek to really explore it
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