Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Truth Behind The Garib Nagar Fire Will Never Be Known

simply because mans life
inflammable is fire prone
what belongs to him
is not his own
everything burnt out
as the poor families
homeless moan and groan
god has forsaken them
the government has
forsaken them
hopeless in desolation
despair all alone
politicians who degrade
their humanity call
them outsiders
hearts of stone
Indian they are
flesh blood and bone
miserable in muted tone
will you burn your own house
a thought one cannot condone
even god is a terrorist
their fate all blown
what they reap
is not what they
had sown

Ek Putla Bane Nyara

shot by ashreen

lamba ucha
gol matol
hamare
mazloom
imam ka
hatyara
zalim
buzdil
atish
parast
nakara
yatim
lawaris
bechara
kazmain
ki galiyon main
phirta hai awara
usko angaron
main jalaya sara
sara imam hussain
ke katilon par beshumar
lanat shia lagate hain nara
navi ka din ham sab ko
hai pyara hussain
hamari ankhon ka tara
eid e zehara mubarak ho
ap sab se hamashe rahe
bhaicahara hussainiyat
zindabad yazidiyat murdabad
ek dukhiya ma ne
hame savara jisko chot lage
in jumlon se yahi hai
hamara ishara
hussain jeete
gandu yazid hara

The Municipal Commissioner Has Condemned Jesus To Death Again

found guilty
not because
of corruption
or scams
the circular
of death
the soul of
jesus slams
the noose
around him
clams
pontious pilate
of mumbai
has washed
his hands
jesus be damned
on the soul
of Christianity
an evil programme

She Made a Monkey Out Of Me .. And I Fell In Love With Her

Being White Is A Bigger Curse Sometimes

on the soul
of the human body
a genetic crime
whiter than white
darker than grime
living in the gutters
living in slime
begging for a dime
on the soul of my poetry
a white bleeding rhyme
lost illusions
lost in the prime
sometimes
fair and lovely
is not so sublime
a karmic chaos
as the suns rays
hit the eyes each time
carrying a cross
for a lifetime
dreamless peace
at night time

The Myriad Moods of A Hijra Goddess



MY HIJRA PCTURES ARE NOT FOR PUBLIC VIEW ANYMORE

I began writing poems very recently and have no formal training ..words came spouting my angst through the street pictures I shot ..I wrote poems on Racism under the name of Love Poetry Hate Racism..and as Hubcab Shithead dedicated to an Australian racist shithead who was bent on taking my muti color ass at a white poetry site..where entry to dogs and Indians was reserved and restricted ..

I also wrote Bush poetry as my salutations to Bushism..a bird in the hand is better than a Bush in the White House....

I also wrote a genre called Hijra poetry .. that includes pictures of the eunuchs of India my Guru is Laxmi Narayan Tripathi.. hijra goddess and icon..

I wrote Shia poetry breing a  Shia myself and Jesus poetry a tribute to my upbringing in a Baptist school and later a Roman Catholic school Holy Name High School Convent Street


The Myriad Moods of A Hijra Goddess



i shot
blindfolded
with my
cyclopean
camera eye
a thought
she may deny
raw beauty
lies in the soul
of a camera lens
beauty never lies
the myriad moods
of a hijra goddess
human in disguise
on her cheek a
tear rolls as the
fleeting moment flies
in the silhouette
of her eyelashes
i find my poetry
my paradise
neither man
nor woman
nubile
sensual
voluptuous
sweet serene
a slithering
soulful soliloquy
king size
a sleeping goddess
my muse i wait
for her to arise
on the mound
of my despair
the rays of
her sunrise
i wonder
is it merely
loneliness
why she
makes
me cry
barefeet
a beggars bowl
a beggar poet
of mumbai
as the brazen
winds kiss
her lips
my cosmic fate
jeopardize
a drop of
a seminal
silence
as it flows
down
my thighs

Saturday, March 31, 2012

I Thought I Would Never Post Her Pictures But I Succumb To Her Charm



Nerjis Asif Shakir is my camera loving grand daughter , she turned 8 month recently and the day my wife told me she had a serous health related problem , my world crashed becuse we both are Malangs , mystics or whatever you understand by this term.. we relate to each other through the poetry of Life .

I disabled public views of her pictures here at Flickr and other places on the net.

Nerjs Asif Shakir I baptized as the Google+ kid as she was launched on Google+ the very second she was born and her picture clicked and sent to me by my eldest son..father of the youngest street photographer Marziya Shakir too.

Its been about a few weeks that Nerjis Asif Shakir fought and almost overcame her illness , but is weak and vulnerable .. we all at home are careful dont touch he without washing our hands..

We give her space and she is the only crawler in our house , mind you I have another pretty grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir .. the prettiest in our Shakir family.. daughter of my second son.

Nerjis Asif Shaki waits for me to come from work..lunch time is limited and when I see her she is asleep so late in the evening I play with her , take her down and she wont begin her session without drooling all over the Canon EOS 7D.

She knows the camera , and I assist her press her fingers on the trigger and so the camera will never be an alien entity to her childs consciousness.

Marziya Shakir too began her tryst with the camera as a toddler began shooting pictures since she was 2 year old.

My only daughter my son in law , my wife my sons and daughter in laws are all adept with the camera ..

And I am learning photography for the first time teaching this 8 month old child who will one day be my Photo Guru.. the master of my photography and destiny too..

And I dedicate this post to my Google+ friend Jack C Crawford ..

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