Saturday, April 10, 2010

Drunken Doomed Dilemma

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drunken doomed dilemma
fucked flustered flaw
re witting remorse raw
drowning holding
on to a straw
to get back
into her life
shut doors
he tries to claw
although
she has deleted him
from her fucked
consciousness
thrown him like
a counterfeit coin
out of her bra
on the mound
of her venus '
lives a new outlaw
a cosmic poet
run over
by a rickshah


passion and pathos
rolling stone gathers no moss

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Shooting The Darkness of a Blind Mans Soul

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behind
a curtain
of darkness
his world
of pain
from me
he hides
a plastic
bowl in hand
he stands aside
the day
he was born
his god died
outside the bandra
jain mandir
way side
chinese marbles
glass eyed
what i as a poet felt
outside
he felt inside
destiny
had taken him
for a free ride
on your computer
screen
with his inner eyes
he watches you
surprised
Allah sees
will provide

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The Gutter Kids of Bandra

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from one gutter of life
into another gutter
they came
their parents relatives
work in the drain holes
bruised and maimed
they too will inherit
the gutter their
heritage claim
dignity of labor
work without shame
the writing on the wall
behind them neither
their target or their aim
they dont even know
how to write their name
India is shining
a fucked system to blame

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Her Life Will Never Change A Beggar a Beggar She Will Remain

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hash words of a street poet
who feels and shoots pain
the poor beggar muslim woman
to her karma enchained
her life will never change
a beggar a beggar she
will remain a few coins
thrown at her adversity
is all she will gain
to rehabilitate her
is not a jehad
why complain
her emancipation
from misery
a tear stain
ill treated
condemned
thrown
out on
the roads
a poetic thought
down the drain
macho
Muslim society
mullahcentric
looks at her
with disdain

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The Jain Sadhvi

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renouncing
riches wealth
a life of comfort
to help others
heal others
who are broken
wounded and hurt
the jain sadhvi
her piety
on the soul
of humanity
asserts
barefeet
with her
sole kissing
mother earth
humility mans
only true worth
her life
her death
a new birth


Randy Der commented on your photo:

" you have grown so much in the past year Firoze these recent creations are turely remarkable."

To Randy Der in humility

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Slum Dog Caterers of Bandra

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These are Tanduri Chicken Tikka kababs , I get to taste free as I pass by through the slums of Indraji Nagar Bandra to my workplace.

The caterer whom I call Slum Dog caterer is Iqbal Bhai, his clientele is the rich , the affluent and his food is delicious, last week we had shami kebabs from him , for a small family function we have ordered Tanduri Chicken Tikka kababs , this morning he gave me Russian chicken kebabs about half a dozen free , as he likes me , and is very fond of Marziya my two year old grand daughter.

He charges me the same rates he charges others , but I dont mind I like his stuff.

His mutton Biryani is exquisite , I tasted it once, though for the feast at home we ordered Chicken Biryani a few days back.

He makes celery soup and Chinese stuff too..

There are a lot of slum caterers in Bandra West , I have tried most of them but nothing to beat the magic of Iqbal Bhais cuisine..

He goes under the name of Caravan Caterers..

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Man The Banyan Tree

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old wizened
scorched soul
of his destiny
upheavals
in his life far
too many
man
the banyan
tree
aging gracefully
branches of his
progeny plenty
he will soon
be gone
eventually
another
banyan tree
will take his place
the tree
of humanity
the cycle of life
life's only reality
intertwined roots
clinging to each other
the human soil of fertility
words embedded
as wisdom archived
as sanity
humility overriding
the soul of a whore
called vanity

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