22 Rajjab

"Loving ‘Ali is the sign of belief, and hating ‘Ali is the sign of hypocrisy."
"We recognized the hypocrites by their hatred of ‘Ali."

#22Rajjab 
#Mauwiyah Maloon

The North India Muslim Voter Has Finally Come Of Age

a kick to SP BSP Congress
that took him for a ride at
every stage he was held
against his will captive
in a cage brutalized
 traumatized by state
engineered riots his loss
with rs 5 lacs they tried
to assuage ..the ministers
lost buffaloes were more
 precious news on the
first page languishing
in refugee centers
in miserable condition
his soul enraged he
finally cursed the
politicians out of the race
cause of his misery ..
his anger they could
not gauge ..his feelings
his pain his outrage

What Toilet ... They Have Not Built Hope Yet ..

giving laptops to those who have
nothing to eat ..is indeed a great
achievement a great feat ..in a
state where riots is the name
of defeat tears on the soul
of uttar pradesh..mera goan
mera sangeet ..

kaisi har kaisi jeet ..unka pyar
meri preet ..iski ko kehete hain
rajneet..gaibi hatao means get
rid of the poor people poor dalit
become rich at all costs build
mansions beg borrow steal or cheat
caught between the devil the deep sea
a cosmic cycle of pain complete

street photography lent me words
to become a beggar poet i repeat
humility is the temple of god
hell is arrogance pride and conceit

The North Indian Of Uttar Pradesh has been cheated of his Right To Live With Dignity

conned
defrauded
driven to
despair
he votes
feudal satraps
who besides
wanting to
come to power
of his welfare dont
really care state
engineered riots
living in hell hollow
sockets as eyes
that stare ..of a
new tomorrow
he is scared
whether he is a hindu
or a muslim held
captive in divisive politics
to a corrupt system
his life ensnared
by voting for Modiji
for the first time I
think God has answered
his prayers .shell shocked
for so many years
by a raging elephant
or the cycle of destruction
caught unaware ..using
the dalit card he remains
what he is they became
multi millionaires

Its a dogs world out there

they all pass by
but fuck who cares
the human soul
breathlessly gasping
for air..what i shoot
i share..born from
the womb of sorrow
to the streets ensnared
life beg borrow steal
somewhere hope
seismically swears
loneliness ponders
wonders how god
can be everywhere
caught up in the
vortex of death
irreparable despair

Thank You Mr Thomas Smith

With due respect
your kindness
your invitation
I politely refuse
herewith  ...
Happy in India
with a new dawn
of Acche Din
Good Days
our new
democratic writ
my motherland
my hope every bit
I dont need your
permit ..I would
be a fish out of
water in Australia
my old lady my
legitimate kids
would throw a fit
my sartorial serendipity
my tailoring kit
to your kind offer
i cannot submit
but i know a lot
of people who want
to leave India so
this offer to those
disgruntled souls
you could transmit
on my part i am
happy being an Indian
do not want to be
a cosmetic Aussie
migrant American
or Brit ..

I am happy with Bandra
Dadar Mahim Juhu ..
most beautiful areas of
my poetic love closely knit

So Thank you ..Mr Thomas Smith
You asked for it ....I call it Quits

The monstrous Bandra skywalk it would shock you if it could talk

the government
in power did not
build bridges that
could touch peoples
heart going after
 bar dancers
misplaced priorities
from the face of
active politics
stealthily you depart
today a sad scenario
a coalition falling apart
what went wrong what
made the public upset
the apple cart ..introspect
soul search re start
builder politician nexus
corruption at all level
you fell short you took
the mumbai voter to
be a fool your MP s
MLAs  corporators
thought they were
over smart ..the kettle
as black as the tea pot
rising prices falling
living conditions
unemployment
overall unhappiness
total rot ...from the
hips that you shot
progress development
on the soul of Maharashtra
total blot ..the rich became
richer the poor disappeared
died..in the slums that you
usurped and bought
to build towers condominiums
eyeing their homes and plots
you tied yourself in knots