Beauty Never Dies - Kashmiri Beggars

This is the lot of the Kashmiri beggars , and here  beauty signifies the inner strength that keeps their hopes alive begging for food and victuals at the Bandra Bazar market..I shot this a poet , this is a poem of misplaced life, as it affects not only them but me too, its like walking on the shore spotting a fish that accidentally jumped on land and cant get back to her home in the waters..I see this but a fence protects me from moving forward.. the fence is lack of political will, the politician more busy with his intrigues , saving his seat rather than saving misplaced lives..

And this is Kashmiryat as it burns like sandal wood on the pyre of humanity..

I am not a filmmaker , I am not an activist but yes I shoot pain as I see it on the viewfinder of my cameras soul...and my attire is strange, and their smirks their child like curiosity seeing me and their footsteps hitting the streets of adversity..

An I shall shoot Kashmiri beggars to awaken the comatose soul of society in deep slumber..every time I cross paths with them on the streets.

Plight of The Kashmiri Beggars In Mumbai

I documented the Muslim beggars to showcase their lifes struggle , and it was the Muslim beggar that interested me as a photo blog, and in my pictures you will notice it is the Muslim woman her children begging the male link is missing ,,

I did once ask a young  Muslim beggar lady and she had 3 daughters from Andhra her husband was a tailor could not make ends meet so she begged coming to my workplace every Thursday..

But the story of the Kashmiri migrants is very strange , they beg , the male robust of good health with his wife children going from door to door ,and I documented them separately ,but as part of my Muslim beggar set at Flickr.

They have pretty cute young kids , also begging with their parents for alms food and clothing.

You also find them at Mahim begging during the Urus of Makhdhoom Shah Baba.

I have never talked to them , and they stay at the Bandra pipeline under very harsh sever conditions in makeshift tents , no toilet facility ..and imagine away from their beloved Valley .. begging in an urban hell away from Gods Own Paradise Kashmir..

Aye Wadiye Kashmir Tuh Hai Jannat ka Nazara..

Madam Najma Heptullahji, apko Ministership Mubarak Ho..

from the muslim beggars of mumbai

The Untouchables Of Muslim Society

eponymous but incongruously
called the minority begging
living below the poverty
line on your mercy charity
enslaved to bad times will
never be free .appeased only
by the political sanctimonious
class  our great nations tragedy
please do not compare them at
all to jains or parsis  an insult
to both those faith which respects
humanity ..these are the lost tribe
searching for hope justice equality
people sympathize with them
but marginalized .. the only reality

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Some Lucky Muslims Are Born With A Silver Spoon

some muslims are born poor
die fade out very soon
call them minorities ..but
they are part of our nation
living in ghettos impoverished
communes ,, politicians  use them
as vote banks ..but to their pain
are immune .. once votes have
been garnered bring in the
bulldozers build condominiums
for the rich powerlords  tycoons
the fear of fate impending monsoon

Mama Why Is He Stealing Our Souls ..

snatching it away from our fleshy mold
mama i am feeling breathless very cold
watching all this bemused the wise baby
held comfortably in her mothers folds
her brother she scolds ..oh let him shoot us ..our story to the world out there must
be told ...baby was the only one in
total control her innocence her godliness
untouched by time and destiny behold
caught between here and there on
the threshold ..dreams on the street side
lying unsold,, this world emotionless
is ruled by the rich and the billfold