Friday, April 30, 2010

Walking The Path of Peace

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the cascading
fate of man
his wealth
his riches
his grandeur
they dont need
holistically
healing humanity
their creed
walking on
the path
of lord mahaveera
to him they yield
the protective armor
their faiths shield

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Aman Ki Rah

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zameen roti hai
pair jalte hain
aman ki rah
pe wo chalte
hain
insaniyat
ka mantr
woh padte
hain
unki rah
main kate bhi
phool ban kar
khilte hain

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The Jain Monk

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Jain Muni or simply Muni is the term often used for Jain monks[1].

A Jain monk does not have a permanent home and does not have any possessions. He wanders barefoot from place to place except for the four months of the rainy season. A Jain monk is not a priest; rather he is himself a worshipped one.

A full Jain monk in either Svetambar or Digambar tradition[2] can belong to one of these ranks:

* Acharya: leader of the order
* Upadhyaya: a learned monk, who both teaches and studies himself
* Muni: an ordinary monk

These three are mentioned is the three lines of the Namokar Mantra.

In the Digambar tradition, a junior monk can be a:

* Ailak: they use one piece of cloth
* Kshullak: they may use two pieces of cloth

White-clothed Acharya Kalaka

The Svetambar Terapanthi sect has a new rank of junior monks who are called samana.

The nuns are called Aryikas in Digambar tradition and Sadhvi in the Svetambar tradition.

Courtesy Wikipedia


This is the first Jain Monk I have shot I ran after him I asked his permission to shoot him but he was in a rush towards the Jain Mandir at Bandra..Jain Mandir Road..

the jain monk
rushes
towards a
a path of peace
renouncing
the material
comforts
of life
spiritually
at ease
his body
his soul
the ultimate
release
his sufferings
his hardships
immaterial
the message
lord mahaveera
within him
he carries
trying to
alleviate
the pain
of the poor
around him
he sees
humility
essence
of the
jain muni

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Women In Islam

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I shot this a few days back, and this is a picture I shot as I saw it, I have tweaked the body of the picture but I was helpless with the soul of the poor woman begging outside the door of Allahs house.. this is her destiny , this is her fate , she cannot escape it , not now she is already charged and condemned , she covers her face in a hijab , but pain cannot cover itself , it reveals such is the strength of pain , the inner strength of pain.

And what a day to remember the quintessential pain of the Muslim woman in Islam..today the Shias celebrate the Martyrdom of Bibi Fatima Zehra the only child of the Holy Prophet of Islam.

Wife of Imam Ali .
Mother of Hassan and Hussain .

And I did not plan to write what I am writing and this is not Shiaspeak, this is a fact of life , and nothing has stopped me shooting it, I shoot pain , the greatest essence of Godliness , pain that goes beyond caste color or creed and connects Man to God and God to man.


People who walk in and out of the Mosque see her too, but than the Will of God the call of the Muezzin is more important than such common scenes seen all over Mumbai outside our religious spaces .

But this one killed me as human being and as a poet who shoots the ongoing drama of life..I am not a Mullah , I do not promote any religion save the religion of self respect towards Motherhood and Womanhood.

Mother is the gate that leads to God.,..no religious place is greater than the essence of Mother and through this unintentional post a part of my passion as street photography I place it at the feet of a Mother , a Mother we all believe in..a Mother a universal reservoir of pain she suffered and her suffering continues..as those who cry for her loss are killed in the name of Islam , and they are not just terrorists these are hardcore Islamists who are Namazis and followers of the Faith..I dont believe that Terrorists have no Religion it is misguided religious thought permeated by the rogue Mullah that has made them killers of the human race and yes it is only Muslims that lustfully sado- masochistically love killing Muslims.
And the killings will never stop as we collectively watch in eunuch silence the soul of our religiosity cannibalized by murderers in the name of Allah.. and the leaders around the world dont care a damn as long as they have power and nobody usurps their petrol banana kingdoms..

I am not into diatribe but I thought this introduction was necessary and I have not even thought of what poem I shall write here I leave it to God he guides the mouse I merely click his thoughts..

she is alive
no she is not alive
she is dead
the scabbard bleeds
when rapier sharp
saber cut her head
call it fate destiny
her life is meaningless
as it moves ahead
death is more
easier to handle
than life that
bleeds you red
through her veiled
silence
to my poetry
she added words
unsaid
her pain
her sufferings
her faith intact
more important
than the cry
of her children
for bread
the holier
than thou
namazi
threw a
few coins
into the interior
of Allahs house fled

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Heena Hijra The Queen of Hearts

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no woman can compete her, as shes most gorgeous of them all

now i believe that even god makes mistakes......
she should have been a beautiful lady enjoying the world of femininity ........nevertheless she's one of the most seductive woman i have ever seen....


braving all odds
a crest of hope
she rides
once
kidnapped by
a mafia don
she refused
to be his bride
she stuck
to her guns
courageously
she
out smarted him
free as a bird
in flight
well known
famous
hijra celebrity
in her own right
heena queen
of hearts
queen of night
a blossom
in spectral light
she is generous
she is kind
she is a poetic
delight
for the rights
of the hijras
the peela house whores
she puts up a fight
even those
who take her
for granted
die of fright
during ramazan
she fasts
reads the
scriptures
avoids
commerce
for iftar
all the poor
she invites
a believer
of khawajah
gharib nawaz
heena hijra
always
in the lime light
biologically born male
but a woman
like reality
her woman's angst
her inherited
birth right
she has it
she flaunts it
she is extremely
polite my muse
my inspiration
heena hijra
queen of the hijras
on my homesite
a barefeet blogger
a street photographer
a pedestrian poet
also a shiite

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Heena Hijra The Sultry Siren

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domesticated
like a pigeon
locked in
a wired pen
a life
of hijra pain
intense
makes
no sense
the future
bleak bare
dark and dense
captured
by my
camera lens
the first time
i came to
peela houese
the hijra whore
house den
a long time then
heena the hybrid
wild orchid
pursued
by all men
for her love
for her friendship
her zeal and zen
pillow talk
all the way
to heaven
amen
embedded
as ecstasy
joy zenitude
as they come
again and again
for a sequence
lighting a fire
that even time
cant extinguish
is her defense
adding
to her
mysteriousness
her mystique
sensuality
suspense
heena hijra
who lies
as unfulfilled
dream
beyond
a barricaded
fence

to love or not to love
says my poets soul
of heena the sultry siren

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The Wild Eunuch Goes Haywire

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hot sweaty
a musky fragrance
she perspires
in a satin flimsy
attire her body
her soul
her devilish
hearts desire
passionate
overpowering
her senses
all on fire born
in captivity her
world of pain
surrounded
by barbwire
her lover
has left
her for good
a love that
misfired
he eloped
with jasmin
she male
a facebook friend
a positive spammer
adding to her ire
the wild eunuch
goes haywire
her eyes
burning orbs
blue sapphire
she is mad
she is angry
she is furious
she wants to regain
her lost empire
not a part
complete entire
from the hands of
fucked fate
a blood sucking
vampire
a love tale
of treachery
a seductive satire
a eunuch spits fire
a man she once loved
more than her life
a coward a blackguard
a genetic repulsive liar
love a commodity
on the streets
in great demand
far too many buyers
but you can also
get it on rent on loan
or on short term hire

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