photo courtesy google images
radical disguised as woman
“A bomber wearing an explosives vest in a poetry forum detonated the bomb, the source said.”ASF NEWS
“A few hours back a radical blew himself up in a poetry forum of white
men and women. The alleged suicide bomber was of Somalian descent, this devastation was horrendous no survivors…
The end was bitter, an unfinished poem was found on his person..” bcb news
I Abdullakasai ask you Why?
The Killing fields of Poetry
Eye for an Eye
Infidels of Poetry for the greater glory
Of a Terrorist God you all must die
Oh how you made me cry..
My blackened balls you did fry
You did not listen to my sermons
much did I try
now come built another
Forum in the sky
Relive a lie
A tear a sigh
Safe passage
You won’t have to buy
I did convert you
By and Bye
Trade Martins Questions
I will answer and reply
Cybernetic minarets of hate
As stand by
A muezzins
Call to fight thereby
Lal Masjid lives
In the Heart of this Sepoy
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
A Govinda that I shall miss
Tomorrow is Govinda along with Ganpati my favorite festival I try not miss under any circumstances, but I have to leave for Bangalore early morning for an urgent official work.This will be the first time I shall miss the Dahi Handi feast.
My usual pictorial pilgrimage started first from Lalbagh than to Dadar Ranade Road after shooting all this I walked from Dadar to Bandra barefeet shooting smaller ones in squeaky streets , at Bandra I shot the Bazar Road Govinda , and this was one festival I kept alive through my pictures.
I will be in the train away from the sounds of Govinda Ala Re Ala
I post what I shot last year..
Gokul Ashtami and Photographerno1
www.photographerno1.com/displayimage.php?album=topn&c...
This picture was short by Gautam Singh of AP who is a young photographer just arrived newly from Bangalore to Aamchi Mumbai, .. and I came to Dadar Ranade Road at about 10.30am today and it was not as crowded due to the non stop incessant heavy rains, and this building is all photographers favorite haunt and you get a view of two or three Dahi Handis, but what kills you is on the road they throw huge buckets of water and water balloons and I am mostly an ideal target for conspicuosity of attire , this time I did not wear my turban, I shifted base from one building to the other but my pictures are bad due to a foccussing problem I think and this is a recently repaired Nikon AF35/70 lens3.5, there was my 80/200 Nikon ED 2.8 but I was worried about water getting into it , it was jut out for watered punishment...I shot the ladies Govinda, and walked and shot one at Mr BW Jatkar my photo gurus house and the last one at Bandra Bazar Road .. aI was carrying just the Nikon D70.. only.
So with this I begin my Govinda Series.
Gokul Ashtami is celebrated in August - The birth of Lord Krishna. Most devotees fast till midnight and when the birth of Lord Krishna is announced, they eat a festive preparation of rice, butter, yogurt, puris and potatoes. This meal, according to Hindu mythology, was relished by Lord Krishna and his playmates in Gokul. Young men form human pyramids to break pots of curds strung high up from buildings. In the villages, the Pola or the harvest festival is celebrated in which bullocks are bathed, decorated and taken out in a procession to the accompaniment of beating drums.
The Ceremony of Dahi-Handi
During this ceremony a large earthenware pot is filled with milk, curds, butter, honey fruits etc. and is suspended from a height between 20 to 40 feet. Sporting young men and boys come forward to claim this prize. To do so they construct a human pyramid by standing over each other's shoulders till the pyramid is tall enough to enable the topmost person to reach the pot and claim the contents after breaking it. Normally, currency notes are tied to the rope by which the pot is suspended. This prize money is distributed among those who participate in the pyramid building.
courtesy :
www.maharashtratourism.gov.in
My usual pictorial pilgrimage started first from Lalbagh than to Dadar Ranade Road after shooting all this I walked from Dadar to Bandra barefeet shooting smaller ones in squeaky streets , at Bandra I shot the Bazar Road Govinda , and this was one festival I kept alive through my pictures.
I will be in the train away from the sounds of Govinda Ala Re Ala
I post what I shot last year..
Gokul Ashtami and Photographerno1
www.photographerno1.com/displayimage.php?album=topn&c...
This picture was short by Gautam Singh of AP who is a young photographer just arrived newly from Bangalore to Aamchi Mumbai, .. and I came to Dadar Ranade Road at about 10.30am today and it was not as crowded due to the non stop incessant heavy rains, and this building is all photographers favorite haunt and you get a view of two or three Dahi Handis, but what kills you is on the road they throw huge buckets of water and water balloons and I am mostly an ideal target for conspicuosity of attire , this time I did not wear my turban, I shifted base from one building to the other but my pictures are bad due to a foccussing problem I think and this is a recently repaired Nikon AF35/70 lens3.5, there was my 80/200 Nikon ED 2.8 but I was worried about water getting into it , it was jut out for watered punishment...I shot the ladies Govinda, and walked and shot one at Mr BW Jatkar my photo gurus house and the last one at Bandra Bazar Road .. aI was carrying just the Nikon D70.. only.
So with this I begin my Govinda Series.
Gokul Ashtami is celebrated in August - The birth of Lord Krishna. Most devotees fast till midnight and when the birth of Lord Krishna is announced, they eat a festive preparation of rice, butter, yogurt, puris and potatoes. This meal, according to Hindu mythology, was relished by Lord Krishna and his playmates in Gokul. Young men form human pyramids to break pots of curds strung high up from buildings. In the villages, the Pola or the harvest festival is celebrated in which bullocks are bathed, decorated and taken out in a procession to the accompaniment of beating drums.
The Ceremony of Dahi-Handi
During this ceremony a large earthenware pot is filled with milk, curds, butter, honey fruits etc. and is suspended from a height between 20 to 40 feet. Sporting young men and boys come forward to claim this prize. To do so they construct a human pyramid by standing over each other's shoulders till the pyramid is tall enough to enable the topmost person to reach the pot and claim the contents after breaking it. Normally, currency notes are tied to the rope by which the pot is suspended. This prize money is distributed among those who participate in the pyramid building.
courtesy :
www.maharashtratourism.gov.in
Monday, September 3, 2007
In Praise of a Poet-Old is Gold
You say what you have to say
In a single line of a poem
A thought so bold
Poetry is releasing the spirit
From the flesh
Old is Gold
In praise of a poet
No bars withhold
A memorable moment
Of time pages of a newspaper
As a thought unfolds
No hatredness in your words
No regret no malice
Just you your poetry
Solitude silence breathing
Blow hot blow cold
In a single line of a poem
A thought so bold
Poetry is releasing the spirit
From the flesh
Old is Gold
In praise of a poet
No bars withhold
A memorable moment
Of time pages of a newspaper
As a thought unfolds
No hatredness in your words
No regret no malice
Just you your poetry
Solitude silence breathing
Blow hot blow cold
cerebral cleavage bursting at the seams
pictorial pose
long headed nose
the agony of being
photographerno1
cerebral cleavage
bursting at the seams
the ecstacy
of not being firoze
barefeet and honey toes
constructive criticism i can take
but not annonymous assholes
piddling on my blogs under my nose
american foster blaines
pall bearers palm him
off to sweet repose
where he will gradually decompse
posthumous panegyric
poetic blows
character is what you are in the dark
never glows
multi colored venom
in some head and heart grows
the stink of human excreta
the duplicity of a thorn stabbed rose
through my prostituted poems i expose
byzantine barmecides feast and a papal nose
regensburg didactic dialogues i suppose
what is poetry post partum
postulations unpeddaled unpimped as prose
consecrated clicked on computer to compose
unfleshly body, soulless spirit juxtapose
clotheless thoughts like thoughtless clothes
internet claustrophobic web a black widow
friends favorites and foes ..
in deathly throes..
alaskan fern an indian parakeet
northen lit world rains and snows
silhouettes low key pain overexpose
unbankable highlights
figuratively foreclose
long headed nose
the agony of being
photographerno1
cerebral cleavage
bursting at the seams
the ecstacy
of not being firoze
barefeet and honey toes
constructive criticism i can take
but not annonymous assholes
piddling on my blogs under my nose
american foster blaines
pall bearers palm him
off to sweet repose
where he will gradually decompse
posthumous panegyric
poetic blows
character is what you are in the dark
never glows
multi colored venom
in some head and heart grows
the stink of human excreta
the duplicity of a thorn stabbed rose
through my prostituted poems i expose
byzantine barmecides feast and a papal nose
regensburg didactic dialogues i suppose
what is poetry post partum
postulations unpeddaled unpimped as prose
consecrated clicked on computer to compose
unfleshly body, soulless spirit juxtapose
clotheless thoughts like thoughtless clothes
internet claustrophobic web a black widow
friends favorites and foes ..
in deathly throes..
alaskan fern an indian parakeet
northen lit world rains and snows
silhouettes low key pain overexpose
unbankable highlights
figuratively foreclose
Broken and Burnt Wings of Poetry
Long live internet wires
Sedentary soliloquy
Unsleeping hours
Trembling keyboard
alphabets perspire
tapping the soul
of a sentence
a poem inspires
a pictured belief
demonic desires
a nervous system
demonstrative domes
unscrupulous spires
pirouetting papacy
choreographed Christianity
jingoistic jehadis on hire
tom tomed global peace
second hand product
stained stale seminal condom
no fresh buyers
transvestited truth
handmaiden of liars
diabolical duplicity
defrauded suppliers
flesh is weak and willing
spirit singed and retires
testicular tyranny
snipped off by pliers
doomed destiny
deathly debacle requires
cybernetic minarets of hate
allah ho akbar.....spirtual spam
radicalism , puritanism
mispaced moments of
martyrdom enquires
mullahs in hijab
mrs doubtfire
Sedentary soliloquy
Unsleeping hours
Trembling keyboard
alphabets perspire
tapping the soul
of a sentence
a poem inspires
a pictured belief
demonic desires
a nervous system
demonstrative domes
unscrupulous spires
pirouetting papacy
choreographed Christianity
jingoistic jehadis on hire
tom tomed global peace
second hand product
stained stale seminal condom
no fresh buyers
transvestited truth
handmaiden of liars
diabolical duplicity
defrauded suppliers
flesh is weak and willing
spirit singed and retires
testicular tyranny
snipped off by pliers
doomed destiny
deathly debacle requires
cybernetic minarets of hate
allah ho akbar.....spirtual spam
radicalism , puritanism
mispaced moments of
martyrdom enquires
mullahs in hijab
mrs doubtfire
The Greatest Wedding on Earth..
photo courtesy
images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/29/51/23035129.jpg
He loves licking
My chocolate caramel
Strawberry flavored ass
Me a 54 year old man not a
Forum lass
I think this is love
At first site
This solemn moment
Serendipity of soullessness
Time and tide can’t surpass
He comes begging for more
This devil whom I love equally
Minus mind minus mass
He is mine forever
This tweed headed bypass
Yes we are human
He loves me as I love him
He called me on my mobile
Said Firoze no more shall
I ever harass though
Earlier I was a snake in the grass
My Australian soul
Embedded in your multicolored ass
He confessed he wants to marry me alas
Such beautiful sounding voice
Such sharpness of a twit cut glass
For the marriage we have list
Only poem hunter poets and no working class
David Hazell, Chris Mendros, Greg Collins Ask,
Ryan James Frank Jr, Yoonus Peerbocus
The First Shrike, Kylie, Indira Babbelapatti
Leonardo Daranjo Aldo Krass
Ted Sheridan will solemnize our nuptials
Give away my heart to this loving
Australian reed grass..
Some invitations are pending
We have to make sure
There are no gate crashers at this
Greatest Wedding between
Poet photographer Limerick Libido
At the RC Church after midnight Mass
Gangubai the Gonnorheal Whore
Is a special invite from the Mumbai Cages
As like me she too loves this harmful
Precocious no more Racist a cute Jackass
Allen James Say well Firoze Shakir Says well
A happy multi colored couple..
An eternal moment to last
images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/29/51/23035129.jpg
He loves licking
My chocolate caramel
Strawberry flavored ass
Me a 54 year old man not a
Forum lass
I think this is love
At first site
This solemn moment
Serendipity of soullessness
Time and tide can’t surpass
He comes begging for more
This devil whom I love equally
Minus mind minus mass
He is mine forever
This tweed headed bypass
Yes we are human
He loves me as I love him
He called me on my mobile
Said Firoze no more shall
I ever harass though
Earlier I was a snake in the grass
My Australian soul
Embedded in your multicolored ass
He confessed he wants to marry me alas
Such beautiful sounding voice
Such sharpness of a twit cut glass
For the marriage we have list
Only poem hunter poets and no working class
David Hazell, Chris Mendros, Greg Collins Ask,
Ryan James Frank Jr, Yoonus Peerbocus
The First Shrike, Kylie, Indira Babbelapatti
Leonardo Daranjo Aldo Krass
Ted Sheridan will solemnize our nuptials
Give away my heart to this loving
Australian reed grass..
Some invitations are pending
We have to make sure
There are no gate crashers at this
Greatest Wedding between
Poet photographer Limerick Libido
At the RC Church after midnight Mass
Gangubai the Gonnorheal Whore
Is a special invite from the Mumbai Cages
As like me she too loves this harmful
Precocious no more Racist a cute Jackass
Allen James Say well Firoze Shakir Says well
A happy multi colored couple..
An eternal moment to last
Trembling Doorspeak
she has shut me
from the planetarium of her thoughts
my soul as it sickens rots
american woman vicariously
my downfall plots
a journalistic journey of pain
through her web slots
a cybernetic landscape
with her wrath dots
even the moon
in all its beauty
is marred by small pox spots
she a blog goddess
weary words as sling shots
living among tiny tots
a freak power trips
tailored tyranny
an epic that has become
the story of i pot
buzznet memories
diuretic discharge
on the back of a radio
hump of a dromedary
hop skips and trots
an indian digitalised poet
analogue photographer
unlearning photography
pictorial crackpots
featured pictures
galvanised sorrow
condemned as snapshots
writing this a bleeding middle finger
as the ink blots
she with her silence
my word press apparition
hamlets fathers ghost
her conscience bycotts.
firoze shakir in pain buzznet memories....
from the planetarium of her thoughts
my soul as it sickens rots
american woman vicariously
my downfall plots
a journalistic journey of pain
through her web slots
a cybernetic landscape
with her wrath dots
even the moon
in all its beauty
is marred by small pox spots
she a blog goddess
weary words as sling shots
living among tiny tots
a freak power trips
tailored tyranny
an epic that has become
the story of i pot
buzznet memories
diuretic discharge
on the back of a radio
hump of a dromedary
hop skips and trots
an indian digitalised poet
analogue photographer
unlearning photography
pictorial crackpots
featured pictures
galvanised sorrow
condemned as snapshots
writing this a bleeding middle finger
as the ink blots
she with her silence
my word press apparition
hamlets fathers ghost
her conscience bycotts.
firoze shakir in pain buzznet memories....
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