A Cartoon of Pain

a poem of a comment i posted at I talk news

thank you macieklew,

life is the dark side of the moon

people caricature pain

as a cartoon

i wonder whether after life

is a boon

some are born

without shoes

some without feet

some with mouths

holding golden spoons

the world terrorised

at the mercy of political goons

firoze shakir

I am a Hijda

my hijda guru laxmi narayan tripathi

I am a Hijda ,

a deleted file that you bought back momentarily to life from the dead .
a stab a bullet wound , bleeding misfortunes attached to an arrowhead
a misspelt journal bequeathed besmirched besotted unread
yes once my aggrandized megalomania had gone to my head
squirming my way into the mainstream of miasmic memories instead
i am what i am merely a figurehead my cybernetic notoriety handcuffed to a silken thread
seeking invoking a goddess as i slither whither on my karmic dharmic death bed
tears from a dry stream parched i shed
the color of religious pain red
emotional corpuscles
vying for attention
of this shia thug dumbhead
precariously perched
like a weather cock
in a heart
that is not
a
homestead

Posted at Buzznet as Shia Thug No1

Buzznet Refugee The Scourge is Back

White is White

Black is Black

I cut my forehead

I am a hard nut to crack

Photographerno1deleted at Buzznet

with all his backtrack

do you like it

jamie shaef

obqupunx13

I search in a web stack

photo blogging

truly the best of us hijack

a beer a toat to buzznet refugees

one day we will be back

chemical romance

our souls cannot hack

firoze shakir

photographerno1

Zenitude of Firoze Shakir

marcq de clercq and me

me my jewellery and my zenitude

Lord Siva favors me as a photographer, his ever-seeing third eye perched on the lens of my camera, I think he directs me to my belief in Hope and Hindutva..I started a new Blog series on the Kumbh Mela , I had to take another Gmail Id to start a Blog at Bloggerspot, beats me why I cant be be a single author of several Blogs, besides I cannot afford upgrades, I am doing a social service to Google members and readers taking them piggy back free into my world, showing them what they wont see in tourist guides, my India.

A Muslim man who has impounded his multifaceted soul to Hindu cultural consciousness.

If being a kafir is Hindu I would rather be a Hindu, being a Shia born is being a kafir too.

They who mock me call me a Shia pandit for the saffronisation of my views.I dont blame them.

I had to take an email Id for my Kumbh Blogs I decided on the name ShivKumbh..

I have unposted pictures of the Kumbh , I only hope Blogspot increases my uploads , on my Kumbh Mela blogs so I can share a unique world with you.

I do not sell my pictures they are as free as the breath of life I inhale.

I have also bought a new domain name , the site is being developed by my school mate Anil Shejale of Vaman People, this will showcase the world of Hijdas and Eunuchs as close as you can see see them.

My friend Marc de Clercq the Belgian photographer stayed with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, my Hijda Guru shot a lot of footage of the Hijdas, he was unfortunate that before reaching Koovagam Koothandavar Eunuch festival his entire Hassleblad equipment was stolen.. this aspect of my countrys rogue denizens I hate, such people who destroy the charm of Indian integrity should be given life as this is an assymetrical assasination our countrys honor..and hospitability.

I think shooting them would stop the malaise one and for all, a cancerous malignant tumour..but than I realised as an after thought who would rule over us...Life sucks

Marc De Clercq

Indian Desis Are Not For Me Per Se

no not in charity

no not even as free

i have given my

indigenous heart

to a goddess

my ass bent on my knee

somewhere out there

in a cybernetic soundless ocean

she who does not hear me

my 50th blog

uploading

my faults for free

click fraud google friendly

Tantric Kundalini

barefeet

tantric kundalini

powered

no shoe

thoughts

of a goddess

ensue

tear drops

that taste like dew

my poems

are part of you

waiting

outside a trembling door

in queque

Waiting Endlessly

waiting waiting waiting