Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Falling In Love With a Crow

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this was a seed of a poem
on the insanity of a finger
fucked crow
i could not write it last night
i was tired dream fucked
you should know
dressed in black
in funereal clothes
the agony and the angst
of a wingless crow
he dared to fall in love
with an angel
most beautiful
with an alluring halo
conceit arrogance
made up her personality
her ego but yet
our cosmic
poet of a crow
friend of el gekko
love blindly
he did follow
she was in love
with another man
more wealthy
more heavenly
endowed
no time for
a common crow
this was a severe
deathblow
to the human
humility
of a black crow
racially profiled
by god
in the shadow
of the negro
from time
immemorial
a scavenger also
although
he has deleted her
from his fucked
consciousness
from his fucked mind
she refuses to go
into his darkest
thoughts suicidal
she loves to burrow
his fucked fate hanging
between
arsehole and eternity
fucked by cupids arrow

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Yes God Gives Me Pictures

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I am a Fan of The Street Photographers of Gateway of India

I admire these guys that left their various profession to become photographers , some of them worked at a barbers salon , another guy was a tea man and another guy a bhajiwala but today they earn with dignity.

This guy had befriended me at my last trip and I took a picture with him and several of his colleagues.

This is my tribute to the street photographers of Gateway of India.

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Taken For a Ride Murud Janjira 2010

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This morning dressed in saffron, barefeet I left home to go to Murud Janjira to shoot the bullock cart race 2010 , a race that I have shot with a passion over the years, I shot it last year too.
So I took a train reached Gateway and was surprised there was not a single photographer going to Murud.

I took a PNP boat paid Rs 110 for the upper deck, reached Alibagh , had some snacks at Sumangal , my first halt at Alibagh , the road was burning hot my barefeet took the brunt , I caught a bus from Alibagh to Murud Janjira paying Rs 55 ..

On the way near Nangaon , a guy told me the race was canceled due to a court order but I continued my journey.

I arrived at Vinayaka restaurant on the Murud beach met the owner Sunil Dhamal..who reconfirmed the race was canceled.


I had not carried my mobile phone but I spoke to my journalist friend Kiran Batham of Sahara Samay, he was at Mahad..he is a Murud local.. he did not know the race was canceled either.

I shot a few pictures on the desolate beach , and was told by the kolis that the race was shifted to Nandgaon , I took another bus reached the Ganesh Temple at Nandgaon , but the race had been canceled at this venue too by the cops..

I met a local farmer of Nandgaoon , Vishnu Nangaonkar and he told me the race was at another village close to Alibagh , but I had no strength to continue, I got a bus after an hour , reached Alibagh , rushed to Maldar boat office and took the catamaran for Gateway all this at 6 pm..

On board I met a French guy an artist Fredrick , we got off at the pier , we walked till Lions Gate I offered him tea and he stays at a hotel at Metro Cinema and was walking back to his hotel, so I walked too till Churchgate caught a train and reached home dog tired exhausted at 9.30pm..

One person who lit up like a Xmas tree on seeing me was my 2 year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir .And I had made sure I carried two packs of wafers for her , she was overjoyed

And I showered had my dinner and this is my bum trip to Murud and back..

I had left Bandra at 9 .30 am today Gudi Padwa day.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Is Waqt Na Main Hindu Na Main Musalman

sirf hindustani
mere rom rom
main allah aur bhagwan
main bhi apki tarah
apni sabyata
ko chahnewale insaan
mazhab nahi sikata
apas main
bair karna
yahi
mera akida
yahi
mera iman
is duniya me
main apki
tarah
kuch lamhon
ka mehman
kyon
jhagda karen
aur
le
ek doosre
ki jan
sab se bada
mazhab
insaniyat
yahi
hamari
punji
yahi
hamari
shaan


Happy Guddi Padwa to all of You..

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The Poem Of Life

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i thought
i had seen
her before
a dream
within
a dream
a marital
metaphor
a resemblance
to my life
lived unlived
she bore
33 years
back
i was at
her door
a cosmic poet
at the source
of a woman
the chosen one
his mentor
from a drunken
stupor
his savior
his guilt
his cure
from sounds
of silence
to endure

within
the aquarium
of his head
fish like words
seeking freedom
from the mind
swimming
their way
to a cybernetic
shore
the poem of life
of a cosmic poet
bleeding brain
pain out pours
he is what he is
therefore

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For The Sake Of The Muslim Girl..

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for the sake of her
future lets mend
our faith in humanity
lets collectively extend
stop sectarian strife
sectarian killings
with the spirit of Islam
evil does not blend
the fabric of peace
brotherhood it rends
along with Holy Book
on Ahle Bayt depend
the down trodden
the underprivileged tend
lets make less enemies
more friends jehad
on the soul
of humanity suspend
he gave us faith
or faith he defends
mutual coexistence
tolerance recommend
an old picture
a new poem
i have penned


for all my facebook friends
humble beginning of harmony
without end

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