Monalicious

Monalicious, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

monalicious
strikingly cruel
very vicious
an uncooked dish
very delicious
its in the deep
end of life's river
she fishes
for a good
husband
love peace hope harmony
to an unspeakable god
she wishes
sometimes a man
sometimes a woman
her dual identity she switches
in a competitive world of the hijra
her worldly assets she pitches
when he holds her
tenderly in her hands
its worth all the riches
but cruel fate
he picks up another
in the gutter her favors
he ditches
a hijra frailty
among hijra bitches.
a garden of doom
a cauldron of witches

Happy Birthday Maheshwariji

Happy Birthday Maheshwariji, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Beneath your Lotus Feet
Lies this photographers
poetic destiny..
what was hidden
you made him see
footprints
on the sands of time
as pictures
for posterity
unlocking a world
without a key
a holistic science
that touches and heals
we call it photography

Will The Hijra Ever Be Free ?

Will The Hijra Ever Be Free ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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gagged forever
bound to a
hate filled
discriminating
gender biased
society
will the hijra
ever be free ?
stigmatized
cursed
forever
by her
androgynous
ancestry
to be or not to be
a man with a soul
of a woman
a woman he cannot be
neither this nor that
his karmic destiny
an optical illusion of fate
he is not what you see
a mystical apparition
human and ghostly
enslaved
manacled
broken winged creature
from the burning fame
he cannot flee
a dance of doomed death
choreographing pain
involuntarily

An Ode To Jumbo Rani

An Ode To Jumbo Rani, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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I met Jumbo Rani a very famous Hijra at Haji Malang Urus , many years back, my first trip to Haji Malang and this trip had nothing to do with hijras at all, those days I was into Rafaees body piercing sect of Sufi mendicants known as Chancawalli Rafaees..
I had climbed the Haji Malang mountains to connect with late Sikandar Wali Baba the than head of the Chancwalli Rafaees..

I met Jumbo Rani and we became good friends it was here that I met Laxmi Narayan Tripathi , we were reconnecting after a short sojourn in Bollywood..I knew Laxmi when she wore trousers and shirts and here she was transformed into a Diva..we hugged each other and the Rafaees who thought I was a celibate and a mendicant almost dropped their jaws..

Haji Malang soon became a part of my annual spiritual quest, I tried not to miss it , it soon began to grow on me..and Jumbo Rani and I grew close , I understanding her pain her androgynous despair and solicitude ..and so many years I never exchanged her number or her address .. we meet at Haji Malang..year after year..and she guards me protects me from those hijras who hate photographers dressed like me, they think I am a tantric and will capture their souls in my camera..

Jumbo Rani
is unique
some consider
her a freak
calling
her Jay Lolita
tongue and cheek
love the language
she speaks
a peaceful alcove
near the
Holy Shrine
of Haji Malang
she seeks
her religion
humanity
eloquence
at its peak
blessed are the hijras
meekest of the meek
the spirit was willing
the flesh was weak
hopes choked
on a river creek

The Hijra With The Pouted Lips

The Hijra With The Pouted Lips, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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poignant pathos
a heart beat skips
pendulous movements
of her hips
the hijra with the
pouted lips
her inner pain
in a micro chip
her elusive hopes
as they rise and dip
feminine fragility
held to a hair clip
layer after layer
her clothes
they will strip
a libidinous lechery
they will unzip
a record in motion
they will flip
holding her
in a snake like grip
passionate lashings
of a whip
the hijra
her life of sexual hardship
embedded in the soul
of a filmstrip
man to man
a dichotomous courtship
an androgynous amorphous
strange kinship
round and round
a one way trip
the hijra playing to
the gallery
without a script

The Final March

The Final March, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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in days of old
nationalism
the spirit of freedom
was a torch
held high
service sacrifice
for the country
was the only cry
every man
for the nation
willing to die
things have changed
as time went by
now selling off the nation
is the politicians reply
mega bucks in kick backs
telgi scam every kind of con
by the next guy
towers reaching
god in the sky
the poor man
living in a pigsty
divide and rule
as they their trade
of hate bigotry ply
religion in the hands
of brokers who
hateful means apply
brother against brother
no outcry
while the nation bleeds
the defeated soul
lets out a sigh

Tears on The Soul of Meena Bazar

Tears on The Soul of Meena Bazar, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Muslims love killing Muslims
by far
destabilizing the Peace
of the world a state of war
blood shed on a ripped door
a human tragedy guts and gore
bodies strewn on a wounded
floor misplaced martyrdom
via a bomb
placed in a car
tears on the soul of meena bazar
on the collective conscience
of Islam yet another scar
a bleeding crescent
of times that are
misplaced jehad
a lost cause
of a fallen star
a mothers womb
an unborn child
his memoir