Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Untouchable Hijra Veil

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she was untouchable
to every male
but i was an exception
being poet in search
of the holy hijra grail
she was a hijra mind you
but i treated her like
a goddess on my wings
of fancy 'she set sail
through the winding lanes
of my poetry
she followed
my trail
her pouted
pillow lips
sweltering hips
valley and dale
her heaving bosom
her crying cleavage
soft fleshy and frail
dusky siren
scared and pale
the hijras pain
the hijras tale
in the dark
on a creaking cot
her moans
her wails
she used her teeth
she used her nails
clawing
away at the
flesh of my
poetry
she left me
behind
a single message
dont call me
dont send me mail
a love story
a figment
of my mind
on the roadside
derailed
a breach
in the wall
of love
i had tried
to scale

a tear
on the soul
of this poem
seriously
solemnly
i failed
on the cross
of my poetry
i too was nailed

I wanna break free ... wannna break free ... FREEEEEEEE

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facebook is like a jail
you sit around waste time
have a profile picture
write on walls get poked
by girls guys
you dont really know

deactivate take a break and see
you still wont ever be free
facebook a virus that grows
independently.
.luckily you dont fall
in love as i do..
my pathos passion poetry
.. she has found shade
beneath someone else s tree..
so now i kill time writing
hijra poetry androgynous
anguish anomaly
hopes lost at sea
capsized moments
a raft grounded ashore
helplessly to be or
not to be a poet
in love or slave
to my fucked
insanity
bheja fry
brun maska
pani kam
chai jeeeeeee


inspired by a friend,,
with due apologies

The Hijra Niqab

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She thanked me for taking her pictures and her smile said so much .. and after almost an year I am giving vent to her feelings on a blank post..

ke apne hame
ek nayi zindagi di
ap ka lakh lakh
shukriya janab
hijde bhi akhir
aurat ki tarah
ek samandar hain
gherai aur sailab
mukaddar ke mare
girdgarati kismet
waqt kharab
halat ki behrehmi
aur begana dil betab

Heena


Heena, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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ek khoobsurat
mod
ek khubsurat
lamha
ek khubsurat
yad
ek khubsurat
khayal
heena
lal lal gal
chalakta
hua jam
chalakta hua
seena
jumbish
ranjish
pyas
'pasina
ek nam
ek sham
ek paigham
heena

A Frozen Moment In Poetry

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she saw me
i saw her
set the soul
of my camera free
from a frozen moment
in poetry captive
but held imploringly
she might just flee
like a bullbul in
my perfumed garden
on the jambul tree
fleeting moments
wingless honey
nectar hungry bee
flowering on the soul
of my humility

a million times
she held me
like rain drops
melting me
a trembling door
of desire
my shaking knees
wet in the rains
outside shivering
a trembling lock
i had lost
the key

If Ticket Collectors Were Hijdas Corruption Would End .

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if hijdas
become politicians
they would be
the common
mans best friend
till the very end
free housing
free education
money
without
interest
they would lend
cops would be honest
also hijdas our property
they would defend
no hafta no such trend

but being a fucked poet
i imagine dreams that
wont ever be reality
because poets
dreams into
reality dont blend
but yes a fucked system
in society the hijdas
could easily mend
and poets would be
hijda politicans
best boy friends
no 2g scams
no cwg all
scams corruption
out of the window
they would send
to a neighboring country
mother of all
embarrassments
who all absconding
terrorists
back to India
would resend
might even hire our hijras
for their sovereignty
to defend be happy
be contend

A Pearl of Memories

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a string of pearls
reverberate endlessly
memories moments
now here now there
all gone dead as
quickly sadly
as they were born
like fair daffodils
before the early
morning dawn
a pain that
recedes
forward
backwards
a film strip
of timelessness
a past tense and bygone
a cosmic line bisecting
imagination reality
that my fate on
my poetic consciousness
with a razor sharp
blade had drawn
two sides of
of my poetry
of pain
deleted doom
one sensitive
the other
withdrawn

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