Bandra Bazar Road Metaphoric Pain Online

Bandra Bazar Road Metaphoric Pain Online
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Bandra Bazaar Road
She came as a bride
Today she is happy
An East Indian pride
Her love for this gaothan area
She will never hide
Cottages giving way to towers
Repair permission buildings
With more despair collide
Ruthless builders in collusion misguide
With the municipal authorities old
Cottage owners taken for a joy ride
But the Lord Jesus by her side
The chapel her home
On Sundays to Mount Mary
A short bus ride
Gutter agony of Bandra Bazaar Road
Changing times espied
Wrinkles on the parchment of her face
The Good Shepherd her Guide
When she dies she will be buried
At St Peters cemetery..
If it is not narrowed
To make Bandra Hill Road
a more broadside
Heritage weeping on the way side
Now try meeting your local corporator
Sorry , he is in a meeting access denied
This is Bandra I love..a poetic flip side
Next election his ass will be refried
Bandra property rates manipulated in corruption
People shangied ..
Even Chimbai will have towers on the sea side
Politician’s bureaucrat’s builder mafia profits divide
Pavement dwellers hit and run accident why commit suicide
God is our last Hope some succor provide

This is my poem on the quintessential nature of life that is Bandra Bazar Road the most neglected area of Bandra..We have a new corporator Mr Rahebar Khan and I think we should all support him.,take a page from Juhu citizens ..
Only we can change the destiny of the area we live by voting for the right candidate beyond party politics..
Those who don’t do anything to give quality life to our future generation have no right to represent us.. its time the politicians realize , we are not Hindus Muslims or Christians or Dalits .
We are humans and should be treated as such…

Aging Gracefully

Aging Gracefully
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Early morning mass
Keeping the lords commandments
Bandra Bazaar Road prophecy
Her wrinkles tell the story of a
Life well lived
Aging gracefully
Novena Angelus
Hail Mary full of grace
For the Lord and his Mercy

Recycled Sleep

Recycled Sleep
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Monochromatic thoughts
That whisper and weep
Man asleep
On a cot of despair
his hopes hopelessly out leap
in a singularly soundless sweep
his own house in order
he cant house keep
now on the mound of his sorrows
on a dust heap
a bicycle a bell no beep
through the windows
of his morbid world even gods don’t peep
flooded memories stuck knee deep
born as a moment of sexual excitement
9 months misery rest of life grounded
to an existence dirt cheap
what you sow someone else will reap

In Shadows of Despair

In Shadows of Despair
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balancing cooking utensils on her head
the street performer girl her heart does bare
her life a tightrope
in shadows of despair
her unblossomed future in a snare
already tattered beyond repair
her present do and dare
a past that has been unfair
little children
they clap hands
they throw coins
as they watch and stare
while she walks on air..
her brother watches all this
lying on the floor
he is six months old
a love they equally share
this unusual pair
giving entertainment
to all and sundry
on the public square

The Call of the Craving Stomach

The Call of the Craving Stomach
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street performing girlchild on the tight rope
an obligation a method of earning
she and her family cannot duck
the cravings of an empty stomach
her karma her dharma her grit
her determination fighting
her genetic badluck
she is called lakshmi
the goddess of wealth
like a lotus born in a muck
she will be used abused
deprived of her fleshly wealth
what little is left
a bastard child
whose future
too will be stuck
fighting the odds
performing
a balancing act
in middair
waiting for some
hope of a good luck

The Mahatma of Peace

The Mahatma of Peace
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I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any. Mahatma Gandhi



Ahinsa non violence
Instruments of love and peace
Moksha nirvana
The ultimate release
This war based on attacking
A man for the color of his skin
Should cease..
Attacking him for his ethnicity
Attacking him for his religious beliefs
An evil part of a genetic disease
Pigmentation a curse
They flog the colored and fleece
These so called ethnic cleansing
High priests
These neo Nazis white supremacists
Cultural police
On the streets

Humanity divided
Subdivided segregated apartheid
Man bitterly a pawn of a war
Of culture caste color and creed
Hate the greatest evil
The wanton seed
What you sow is what you breed
When man kills man it is
God who bleeds

Love Poetry Hate Racism

A thought for Madame Sonia Gandhi

A thought for Madame Sonia Gandhi
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Mother plagued by leprosy
Eyes hollows eaten by maggots
A world she does not see
Only sounds of pain and her misery
Her daughter has eyes she can read and see
A bill in her hand with the face of Madam Sonia Gandhi
A living hope a living mother figure in Delhi
Maybe, just maybe, when she sees this
She might change the Girl Childs life
Unendurable catastrophe
A Hand..a healing hand
To touch, to change the life
Of this street side poetry
Some call it a prose of living
To be or not to be.…