Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Shitting on The Rocks

shadows within my head
no poetic pauses or mental blocks
i was face to face with my destiny
i was face to face with taunting nature
shitting on the rocks
wave after wave lashed my soul
mocking my mortality
my vulnerability
my mind landlocked
i silently
surrounded
by serendipity
wetness
moistness
serenity
took knock after knock
what i took for granted
from my soul unlocked
a blob in the sea of despair
with the creator of my
imagination
i talked
relieving
a call of
my physicality
of pain
a milestone
i clocked
from one state
of nothingness
into another
state of mindlessness
i spacewalked


this poem was inspired by a comment of Marcel Duvoix.. my facebook friend and a better cosmic poet than me ..

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The Cosmic Poetry of Pain

life is not a bed of roses
to the soul of her silence she said
spreading her legs her sorrow
seeping as tears on his bed
the bedsheets languorous
bleeding red she was entwined
bodily in another mans head
the cosmic chemistry
of a love making
of convenience
of a listless love
that was stone dead
both in pain but
to transient time wed
she was behind
sometimes on top
sometimes below
neither here nor there
not moving ahead
in her mouth
his longings
his belongings
she held
a poetic pause
he misread
he followed
her soul
into a cavernous
darkness
of her eternity
his masthead
she led
tumescent
blood red
she wore a veil
of metaphoric
mysticism
the power
within him
could not shred

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Murud Janjira Through The Eyes of a Cosmic Poet

My wife and I came here zillion years back when our marriage was on the rocks literally I was only a whisker away from getting married to an American woman.


Wife and I had come to reconcile our fate as such we are still happily married but we have not found any more hazardous excuse to come to Murud Janjira again , I was alone on this desolate beach, on Gudi Padwa day , the bullock cart race that I had come to shoot is once more banned from this coastal belt completely its matter in court and nobody messes with the ruling of the court.


For the first time I did not know what to do, I shot boredom , as pictures , my shadows stuff lying on the beach, boredom too can be a subject for photography..

I have some great memories of Murud Janjira besides the visit here with my wife..

On of my trips here I had come with another good photographer and teacher Anil Bhartiya while we were walking on the beach I got the runs I needed to rush to the toilet but it was too far away so I gave my camera to Anil Bhartiya and went straight into the sea , pulled down my pants and was totally washed by foam and a very spiritual bliss..it was the most beautiful moment of my life watching the dancing waves as they mocked my mortality and my vulnerability ..I was merely a blob in the ocean..as a poet of pain I saw visions I saw my half baked dreams come alive..I had never done this before on a beach.
Though I have done it on my treks to Ladakh and Doodh Sagar.

So however nauseating disgusting you might find shitting asses on the beach , try it out once ,.Randy my dearest friend in Montreal is bursting at the seams..and Marcel Duvoix has put a hanky on his nose..

I was inspired by a erotic poem here at Murud Janjira this was my genre too I had put it in the back drawer of my head not to hurt the pompously poetic and the sacrilegious-like spiritual..

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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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