Saturday, January 28, 2012

mere khabon ko loot liya teri bewafie ne ..phati padi leten hai tanhai main

The Water Seller of Zaveri Bazar

The Muslim Beggar Wonders Whether All That Glitters is Gold

Long Live The People of Bahrain..Down With Oppression In Khalifas Reign

The Beggar Hijras of Mumbai

She saw me from afar , as my cab stood at the Sitla Devi-traffic signal she said she knew me , though I was dressed in a corporate suit, and not my Malang avatar, she had seen me at Sion Koliwada at the cheek piercing feast of Tamil Goddess Marriammen..I was shooting the ritual where Santosh a hijra from Nasik has his cheeks pierced every year..

I inquired about Hijra gully no 1 Kamatpirua hijra queen Sona ..we chatted for a short while than she told me she was broke I gave her ten bucks and the lights went green in between I shot her posing for me on the road...I am bound to the hijras by a cosmic thread of my poetry pathos and photography..

As a poet I give respect I get respect and I am happy for the first time in three years I wont shoot the Queer Azadi Gay Pride .. I have my personal reasons for not shooting it and I adhere by my decision..

The Mast Malang of Mumbai

six month old
in her hands
her future
she holds
she does what
she is told
through the eye
of the Nikon D 80
a street photographer
in waiting behold
holistically healing
my kama wound
with her touch
all gold

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