The Lion and the Crow
often come to blows
when the shit of the crow
on the mane of the lion shows
an inbox of her silence
unread messages
Pirouetting on the tips of her
honied toes
the heart says
Photographerno 1
try not to be firoze
click and compose
in her perfumed garden
a bit of me that glows
an Indian thorn..
lying by the side of a
Supinely Subtle Rose.
.
I took a break from Poem hunter after deleting 1002 poems here quite recently, , so as not to write and stay away from a sign that says Private Property Usurped by Racist Poets ..Beware of Dogs, Indians not allowed, Car tyres will be flattened, Trespassers will be Prostituted...Electrocuted...
These are poems ..older lot
Posted on 08/11/2006 8:25 Am
Friday, August 31, 2007
Dog Asleep ...Under a Humper of a Dumper
“Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wheels of Death are asleep
lts a Dogs Life that is cheap..
once the driver starts the Engine
Death will take him away in a sweep
what he has grabbed
he wont be able to keep
leave behind everything and into an
everlasting sleep
your tears no more yours
others who just might
remember you and not weep
you have taken a long leap
the living dead ..
a garbage heap
also defyingly asleep.
Posted on 08/12/2006 5:12 AM
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wheels of Death are asleep
lts a Dogs Life that is cheap..
once the driver starts the Engine
Death will take him away in a sweep
what he has grabbed
he wont be able to keep
leave behind everything and into an
everlasting sleep
your tears no more yours
others who just might
remember you and not weep
you have taken a long leap
the living dead ..
a garbage heap
also defyingly asleep.
Posted on 08/12/2006 5:12 AM
Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger No1
“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
Mother Teresa
We are saffron colored Indians
We hate green Indians
a thought on Sulekha Blogs spun
my language an excuse to block me
without giving me a reason
make and poke fun..
cultural policing , creativity undone ,
clits, tits elephant dicks
jahangir art gallery
an exhibition
they shun
600 blogs in three days
gave an Indian blog bank run
I d rather shoot from my dick
still be Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger no1
at Flickr Bloggerspot Wordpress Buzznet Ipernity
than a Confused Muslim
on Sulekhs Blogs
on the run..
my words poetic
wisdom .. unmuzzled
to a Racist submachine gun.
Krubashankarji
Thank You
a message
of Racial Indianess
Well Done
in silence a thought I wont return...
Mother Teresa
We are saffron colored Indians
We hate green Indians
a thought on Sulekha Blogs spun
my language an excuse to block me
without giving me a reason
make and poke fun..
cultural policing , creativity undone ,
clits, tits elephant dicks
jahangir art gallery
an exhibition
they shun
600 blogs in three days
gave an Indian blog bank run
I d rather shoot from my dick
still be Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger no1
at Flickr Bloggerspot Wordpress Buzznet Ipernity
than a Confused Muslim
on Sulekhs Blogs
on the run..
my words poetic
wisdom .. unmuzzled
to a Racist submachine gun.
Krubashankarji
Thank You
a message
of Racial Indianess
Well Done
in silence a thought I wont return...
Moghul Masjid God Lives Here
This is where God lives, I have written so much about God and his favorite haunt the Moghul Masjid built by Mohomed Hassan Shirazi an Iranian philanthropist and his Lucknowi wife from the family of the royal Nawabs.
I cant stop shooting pictures of the Mogul Masjid, with all the money in the world the Khojas can built any grandeur like Mosque , but can never recreate the ambience of Moghul Masjid , where I feel the human presence of God. Other Mosques may have a heavenly God but the vision I see here is of a kind , human loving God, every little speck at Mogul Masjid praises the bounty of this God.
I don’t enter any other Mosque, yes I am a heretic, architectural Mosques that encage Godliness never inspired me, and I come here every Friday if I drop in at the Chor Bazzar flea market, I make it a point to have a black Kava at Khushali the Iranian samovar shop, and let my spirit roam at the Mogul Masjid..I am not much of a prayer man, but yes I pray all night, to be lulled to death on my pillow.
.I don’t want to die in any other place but my home if already destined within the borders of my beloved country.
I know people among my Malang friends who always carry a shroud bought from someone who came down with it from Mecca or Medina.
The Shias are living Shrouds in Iraq and in a friendly Muslim country called Pakistan, friendly is the punishment for living a Muslim and dying as Sunni or Shia in sectarian violence.
I never understood why the hard hearted called the non Muslims Kaffir, being human is worse than a Kaffir than I am a kaffir all right , there was a time in protest I wanted to change my name to Kafir Firoze Shakir.., my mother pleaded , I gave in.. remained a man loving Kaffir from within.
I lived for a short while in Muscat Oman and saw the tragedy and travesty of being an Indian Muslim.. you are considered of the lowest rung, I fled the Gulf., I for any X amount of money in the World would not want to live in the Gulf.
And I think it is countries like ours that kept the Covenant of Allah Alive.. and here I don’t talk of those who kept the covenant of the Devil and his Satanic Verses alive by killing , humans and innocence and blaspheming the name of Allah with their dastardly acts...
Yes I am opinionated, I am not a scholar of the Holy Koran, but its spirituality remains the same for the literate and the illiterate alike.
I saw a film called the Horseman, where Omar Sharif tears a part of the Holy Scripture to apply to a wound., it stayed with me all my life, I wore Ayats in a Tawiz or talisman round my neck , but gave it up, as I sinned too much was not worthy of desecrating it with my thoughts either.
Well I digress , Moghul Masjid , is the Mosque, I am in love with, there may be may more splendoured , but this imposing Mosque in a crowded area of Bhendi Bazar.. is my address of a human loving God.
I cant stop shooting pictures of the Mogul Masjid, with all the money in the world the Khojas can built any grandeur like Mosque , but can never recreate the ambience of Moghul Masjid , where I feel the human presence of God. Other Mosques may have a heavenly God but the vision I see here is of a kind , human loving God, every little speck at Mogul Masjid praises the bounty of this God.
I don’t enter any other Mosque, yes I am a heretic, architectural Mosques that encage Godliness never inspired me, and I come here every Friday if I drop in at the Chor Bazzar flea market, I make it a point to have a black Kava at Khushali the Iranian samovar shop, and let my spirit roam at the Mogul Masjid..I am not much of a prayer man, but yes I pray all night, to be lulled to death on my pillow.
.I don’t want to die in any other place but my home if already destined within the borders of my beloved country.
I know people among my Malang friends who always carry a shroud bought from someone who came down with it from Mecca or Medina.
The Shias are living Shrouds in Iraq and in a friendly Muslim country called Pakistan, friendly is the punishment for living a Muslim and dying as Sunni or Shia in sectarian violence.
I never understood why the hard hearted called the non Muslims Kaffir, being human is worse than a Kaffir than I am a kaffir all right , there was a time in protest I wanted to change my name to Kafir Firoze Shakir.., my mother pleaded , I gave in.. remained a man loving Kaffir from within.
I lived for a short while in Muscat Oman and saw the tragedy and travesty of being an Indian Muslim.. you are considered of the lowest rung, I fled the Gulf., I for any X amount of money in the World would not want to live in the Gulf.
And I think it is countries like ours that kept the Covenant of Allah Alive.. and here I don’t talk of those who kept the covenant of the Devil and his Satanic Verses alive by killing , humans and innocence and blaspheming the name of Allah with their dastardly acts...
Yes I am opinionated, I am not a scholar of the Holy Koran, but its spirituality remains the same for the literate and the illiterate alike.
I saw a film called the Horseman, where Omar Sharif tears a part of the Holy Scripture to apply to a wound., it stayed with me all my life, I wore Ayats in a Tawiz or talisman round my neck , but gave it up, as I sinned too much was not worthy of desecrating it with my thoughts either.
Well I digress , Moghul Masjid , is the Mosque, I am in love with, there may be may more splendoured , but this imposing Mosque in a crowded area of Bhendi Bazar.. is my address of a human loving God.
veiled silence of her smile
veiled silence of her smile
my acqua marine thoughts
sleepy waters of the Nile ..
a cat Goddess
distempered
dehyderated
perforated pause
to my words hostile
she may come around
it may take a while
fathomless fashion
to old time style
bejeweled guilt
versatile
worthless weight
yet worthwhile.
a Indian born desi
shia thug
she does revile
mother
motherhood
solemnised silence
speech sterile
my acqua marine thoughts
sleepy waters of the Nile ..
a cat Goddess
distempered
dehyderated
perforated pause
to my words hostile
she may come around
it may take a while
fathomless fashion
to old time style
bejeweled guilt
versatile
worthless weight
yet worthwhile.
a Indian born desi
shia thug
she does revile
mother
motherhood
solemnised silence
speech sterile
Clits , Tits and Elephant Dicks
By IE
Thursday July 27, 04:04 AM
YOU could be a 40-year-old man posing as a 16-year-old girl, a 60-year-old woman playing a 20-year-old stud-boy, a wallflower geek who becomes an adventure sports jock or a neurotic pimple-ridden teenager who turns into a super-model. Online, anything is possible.
Entering the virtual world, one can play violent games. ''The site Sociolotron allows raping and murdering in its virtual underworld and the site naughtyamerica.com clarifies that all this occurs with the consent of the browser, so it is a valid fantasy,'' says artist Sanveej Khandekar, whose collaborative exhibition with artist Vaishali Narkar, Clits, Tits and Elephant Dicks, opens at Jehangir Art Gallery on August 1.
Taking off from this virtual world where one can buy anything from dildos to life-like sex dollies, Khandekar will convert the staid gallery into a rocking underworld, filled with 12 paintings, two large installations and four glass table-tops that are faux computer monitors displaying actual and imaginary websites that cater to the huge online porn industry.
''I've cast myself as one of the real dolls serving customers like an eight limbed octopus behind the kitschy bar, tossing up a cocktail made for their fantasy,'' says the artist who positions himself through his works, both as a critic and a participant of the raunch and razz. Even his watercolours evoke a sense of the games and online sex without actually becoming a voyeuristic tour themselves.
For the uninitiated, Khandekar is a Marathi writer-poet who turned artist in 2001 with a show of watercolours at Jehangir Art Gallery. However, it was his mammoth exhibition at Pundole and The Museum Gallery in Kala Ghoda last year, that lobbed him into the big league. ''Even today, it's difficult to sell my work because of its confrontational nature, but people have faith in my work, which is why I'm having my next show,'' says Khandekar, sitting in his Chembur studio.
in.news.yahoo.com/060726/48/66763.html
Team DNA
MUMBAI: The moral police ensured that an art exhibition, explicitly titled ‘Tits, Clits n Elephant Dicks’, did not go on uninterrupted in Mumbai on Saturday.
Following an obscenity complaint by a woman named Pushpa Vitula at the Colaba police station, 12 policemen stormed the exhibition showcasing the works of Sanjeev Khandekar and Vaishali Narkar at the Jehangir Art Gallery and took pictures of the exhibits for evaluation.
Lawyer Mahesh Jethmalani says: “The police have no legal right to enter and inspect the paintings and installations as the exhibition is being held at a private art gallery. The lady, who found the exhibition obscene, went to view it out of free will. If she was offended, she had the choice to walk out. There is no question of conflicting rights or enforcing the law here.”
At the time of going to print, the Colaba police station was yet to register the case. Officials said they were still investigating the complaint. nnnp18
“We have not still registered a First Information Report (FIR),” said the duty officer.
Police officials visited the exhibition twice but did not take away any of the exhibits for evidence after the artists told them that it would take away from the value of the exhibition, said Narkar.
Khandekar said that Vithula “did not approve of the paintings and had a heated argument with another observer. She got emotional about the issue. She walked away. Fifteen minutes later, the cops walked in.”
www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1045658
Friday, August 18, 2006
I complete an year
Late learner at computers
Internet blogging
Buzznet and Bloggerspot
Talonted photographer
Pictorial poetry
Leopard clawed
April 2006
Joined Sulekha Blogs
Karthik Kannan
Invitation mass mail
To this pictorial golliwog
Sulekha Blogs
Indian Hermit Crabs
Androgynously Amorphous
In a fragile glass bottle
Cantankerous
Carnivorous
Cannibalistic
Crab leg pulling crabs
Back stabs
Mellow mouthed jabs
Blog rehabs
Fuck the body
The ass of a soul
Up for grabs
I got sweet talked
A madness of mind
Bollywoods Most Wanted Madness
Ramp walked
And one fine July Monsoonal morning
Imported 666 blogs
From Buzznet to Sulekha Blogs
I docked
All overawed
And one fine Monsoonal August morning
I am without rhyme or reason Auto blocked
Krubashankarji
Associate Director Sulekha Blogs calls me
Says your passion for blogging is amazing ,
but your language is to pornfully mod
And too many cocks cunts and fucks overstocked
Spoil the child and despoil the rod
Now in retrospection
I find Krubashankarji s reasoning
A bit overflawed
Is it because of circumscisional evidence
my poetry that is half cocked
that I was as an Indian
posing as a Desi Amerikaan
Mee Mumbaikar my site blocked
I am still fuckin Shell shocked
Like a priest who masturbates
Nightdreaming Mary Magdalene
Is inconspicuously defrocked
Bhamini Ravishankar
Goddess of Prose
Had said change Your profile Jai Hind ,..
my Muslim default identity that
As an Indian was mocked
my reply Grow up Bhamini Ravishankar
The banter, the K saws (Keshavs)
And other fucked souls
On the cleavage of my decapitated ass
a braggingly hilt of a sword..
Simple Truth hurts
Muslims who think and stink as Indians
Are not Welcome at Sulekha blogs..
And me my Hindu born Ancestors
Were mere spokes Of Moghul Pathan clogs
And so I salute You With one raised leg
The hypocrisy of being a Man
And being treated like a Dog.
At all Indian sites
And those that call themselves Sulekha Blogs
Clits tits and Elephant Dicks
Jahangir Art Gallery
Cultural policing
Farting on our creativity
That as sensationalism
yellow journalistic
whores street walking
at midday
Mumbai mirrored and hawked..
Thursday July 27, 04:04 AM
YOU could be a 40-year-old man posing as a 16-year-old girl, a 60-year-old woman playing a 20-year-old stud-boy, a wallflower geek who becomes an adventure sports jock or a neurotic pimple-ridden teenager who turns into a super-model. Online, anything is possible.
Entering the virtual world, one can play violent games. ''The site Sociolotron allows raping and murdering in its virtual underworld and the site naughtyamerica.com clarifies that all this occurs with the consent of the browser, so it is a valid fantasy,'' says artist Sanveej Khandekar, whose collaborative exhibition with artist Vaishali Narkar, Clits, Tits and Elephant Dicks, opens at Jehangir Art Gallery on August 1.
Taking off from this virtual world where one can buy anything from dildos to life-like sex dollies, Khandekar will convert the staid gallery into a rocking underworld, filled with 12 paintings, two large installations and four glass table-tops that are faux computer monitors displaying actual and imaginary websites that cater to the huge online porn industry.
''I've cast myself as one of the real dolls serving customers like an eight limbed octopus behind the kitschy bar, tossing up a cocktail made for their fantasy,'' says the artist who positions himself through his works, both as a critic and a participant of the raunch and razz. Even his watercolours evoke a sense of the games and online sex without actually becoming a voyeuristic tour themselves.
For the uninitiated, Khandekar is a Marathi writer-poet who turned artist in 2001 with a show of watercolours at Jehangir Art Gallery. However, it was his mammoth exhibition at Pundole and The Museum Gallery in Kala Ghoda last year, that lobbed him into the big league. ''Even today, it's difficult to sell my work because of its confrontational nature, but people have faith in my work, which is why I'm having my next show,'' says Khandekar, sitting in his Chembur studio.
in.news.yahoo.com/060726/48/66763.html
Team DNA
MUMBAI: The moral police ensured that an art exhibition, explicitly titled ‘Tits, Clits n Elephant Dicks’, did not go on uninterrupted in Mumbai on Saturday.
Following an obscenity complaint by a woman named Pushpa Vitula at the Colaba police station, 12 policemen stormed the exhibition showcasing the works of Sanjeev Khandekar and Vaishali Narkar at the Jehangir Art Gallery and took pictures of the exhibits for evaluation.
Lawyer Mahesh Jethmalani says: “The police have no legal right to enter and inspect the paintings and installations as the exhibition is being held at a private art gallery. The lady, who found the exhibition obscene, went to view it out of free will. If she was offended, she had the choice to walk out. There is no question of conflicting rights or enforcing the law here.”
At the time of going to print, the Colaba police station was yet to register the case. Officials said they were still investigating the complaint. nnnp18
“We have not still registered a First Information Report (FIR),” said the duty officer.
Police officials visited the exhibition twice but did not take away any of the exhibits for evidence after the artists told them that it would take away from the value of the exhibition, said Narkar.
Khandekar said that Vithula “did not approve of the paintings and had a heated argument with another observer. She got emotional about the issue. She walked away. Fifteen minutes later, the cops walked in.”
www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1045658
Friday, August 18, 2006
I complete an year
Late learner at computers
Internet blogging
Buzznet and Bloggerspot
Talonted photographer
Pictorial poetry
Leopard clawed
April 2006
Joined Sulekha Blogs
Karthik Kannan
Invitation mass mail
To this pictorial golliwog
Sulekha Blogs
Indian Hermit Crabs
Androgynously Amorphous
In a fragile glass bottle
Cantankerous
Carnivorous
Cannibalistic
Crab leg pulling crabs
Back stabs
Mellow mouthed jabs
Blog rehabs
Fuck the body
The ass of a soul
Up for grabs
I got sweet talked
A madness of mind
Bollywoods Most Wanted Madness
Ramp walked
And one fine July Monsoonal morning
Imported 666 blogs
From Buzznet to Sulekha Blogs
I docked
All overawed
And one fine Monsoonal August morning
I am without rhyme or reason Auto blocked
Krubashankarji
Associate Director Sulekha Blogs calls me
Says your passion for blogging is amazing ,
but your language is to pornfully mod
And too many cocks cunts and fucks overstocked
Spoil the child and despoil the rod
Now in retrospection
I find Krubashankarji s reasoning
A bit overflawed
Is it because of circumscisional evidence
my poetry that is half cocked
that I was as an Indian
posing as a Desi Amerikaan
Mee Mumbaikar my site blocked
I am still fuckin Shell shocked
Like a priest who masturbates
Nightdreaming Mary Magdalene
Is inconspicuously defrocked
Bhamini Ravishankar
Goddess of Prose
Had said change Your profile Jai Hind ,..
my Muslim default identity that
As an Indian was mocked
my reply Grow up Bhamini Ravishankar
The banter, the K saws (Keshavs)
And other fucked souls
On the cleavage of my decapitated ass
a braggingly hilt of a sword..
Simple Truth hurts
Muslims who think and stink as Indians
Are not Welcome at Sulekha blogs..
And me my Hindu born Ancestors
Were mere spokes Of Moghul Pathan clogs
And so I salute You With one raised leg
The hypocrisy of being a Man
And being treated like a Dog.
At all Indian sites
And those that call themselves Sulekha Blogs
Clits tits and Elephant Dicks
Jahangir Art Gallery
Cultural policing
Farting on our creativity
That as sensationalism
yellow journalistic
whores street walking
at midday
Mumbai mirrored and hawked..
Axis of Evil My Ass As well
photo courtesy glenn losack md
Writing poems
Is a job
That does not pay well
A promissory note
From 1 to 10
Praise
Rephrased that
You have to return as well
Or you get hate comments
From white dickhead
Racist poets a blow job
That they do well
Now I am in a conundrum
Whether to be a poet write haiku
Like Leonardo Daranjo
Or write limericks like
Allen James Saywell
Or whether to be Ted Sheridan
Or whether to be Yoonus Peerbocus
Or whether to be Indira Babbelapatti
And stop being Firoze Shakir as well.
Edward Hawk is grinning with a thought
He knows as well
Or should I become a Trader
Selling second hand clothes
Trinkets a job I could do well
Or lend my ass a commodity
On a Poem hunter stock exchange
Bulls and bears humping my ass , ass well .
axis of evil my ass imprinted on a womans behind
in an anti bush protest rally as well
Writing poems
Is a job
That does not pay well
A promissory note
From 1 to 10
Praise
Rephrased that
You have to return as well
Or you get hate comments
From white dickhead
Racist poets a blow job
That they do well
Now I am in a conundrum
Whether to be a poet write haiku
Like Leonardo Daranjo
Or write limericks like
Allen James Saywell
Or whether to be Ted Sheridan
Or whether to be Yoonus Peerbocus
Or whether to be Indira Babbelapatti
And stop being Firoze Shakir as well.
Edward Hawk is grinning with a thought
He knows as well
Or should I become a Trader
Selling second hand clothes
Trinkets a job I could do well
Or lend my ass a commodity
On a Poem hunter stock exchange
Bulls and bears humping my ass , ass well .
axis of evil my ass imprinted on a womans behind
in an anti bush protest rally as well
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