Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Man Stonewalled

Man
a painful creature
created by god
the greatest artist
a gift to humanity
but with nature
his surroundings
wont coexist
any attempt
to change him
he will resist
now on gods
black list
his soul
Satan
has kissed
from the garden
of earth
also
dismissed

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All Dog Owners Must Be Leashed

all dog owners
must be leashed
held by their pet dogs
at carter road at least
because dogs are human
man is beast animals
since time immemorial
he has fleeced
with his hunger
for wealth destruction
the soul of humanity
lies deceased

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Yogic Kundalini One Leg Photography

Kundalini yoga is a physical and meditative discipline, comprising a set of simple techniques that uses the mind, senses and body to create a communication between "mind" and "body". Kundalini yoga focuses on psycho-spiritual growth and the body's potential for maturation, giving special consideration to the role of the spine and the endocrine system in the understanding of yogic awakening (Sovatsky, 1998).

Kundalini Yoga concentrates on psychic centers or chakras in the body in order to generate a spiritual power, which is known as kundalini energy.

Kundalini is the potential form of prana or life force, lying dormant in our bodies. It is conceptualized as a coiled up serpent (literally, 'kundalini' in Sanskrit is 'That which is coiled.' (Sanskrit kund, "to burn"; kunda, "to coil or to spiral") but some claim that it should be translated 'lock of hair of the Beloved') lying at the base of our spine, which can spring awake when activated by spiritual disciplines.
wikipedia

Chakra (pronunciation (help·info)) is a Sanskrit term (refer etymology section) meaning wheel. There is a vast literature on chakra models, philosophy and lore that underpin many philosophical systems and spiritual energetic practices, religious observance and personal discipline. Chakras function and relate within the systemic suite of the human bodymind. The philosophical theories and models of chakras as systemic vortices of energy were identified through the existential [1] mystical practice of yoga in Ancient India where they were first codified.

The tantric chakras
Tantric chakras
Sahasrara
Ajna
Vishuddha
Anahata
Manipura
Swadhisthana
Muladhara
BinduTantra (Shakta or Shaktism) describes eight primary inner chakras:[]

Muladhara (Sanskrit: Mūlādhāra) tip of the tailbone, spiritual potential
Swadhisthana (Sanskrit: Svādhiṣṭhāna) tailbone, unconscious emotion or desire
Manipura (Sanskrit: Maṇipūra) navel, dynamism
Anahata (Sanskrit: Anāhata) heart, love based decisions
Vishuddha (Sanskrit: Viśuddha) neck, discrimination and wisdom
Ajna (Sanskrit: Ājñā) eyebrow, mind
Bindu (Sanskrit: Bindu) a dot at the back of the head, prayer and Aum
Sahasrara (Sanskrit: Sahasrāra) top of head, higher consciousness






blistering barefeet
on one leg he stands
a camera a lens
that is shivas third eye
two hands
wave after waves lashing
the mindlessness of sea sands
releasing the serpent uncoiling the yogic kundalini
vision expands tantric photography
that controls the environment
respect commands
creating metaphoric mysticism
energizing pictorial eulogy
from devastated wastelands
chakras within chakras
withstands
within the aperture of a timed moment
that the soul of a picture understands

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Seminal Leak A Gutter Speaks

open leaking gutters
of our beloved city
is a norm
poetic almost
an art form
yes we are indians
we are proud
if not today
tomorrow
we will surely
reform
no water to drink
we wait for a storm
our leaders
busy with currency
garlands
round their swollen necks
on the platform
politicians are better
than bollywood actors
perfectly
they perform
money
the soul of the matter
like vultures
they swarm
blow hot blow cold
blow warm
hi ram

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Monday, March 29, 2010

Handicapped By Birth

we in india
have divided
man
into fragments
of the human soul
every part
but never whole
a mochi
a chamar
a mehtar
hajam
so on
so forth
made the soul
of our ethos
a pathetic hell hole
casteism
parochialism
regionalism '
running amok
beyond control
our human values
our respect for
the demarginalized
the underprivileged
all down the manhole
tears drops on the
heart of our tiranga
on the flagpole

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Why God Did Not Create the Hijras?

God made the Earth, Nature, Man Woman than God rested, now Man pretending to be an image of God was not too happy and being genetically politically inclined ..with the theory of Divide and Rule created the Hijra from his own Rib. with due apologies to the the story of our biblical creation.

The Hijra is neither Man nor Woman..Neither this nor that.. a line running parallel better sorrow and despair.

My father in law hates Hijras , I dont blame him, one of his relatives aspiring to be a Bollywood star , was in Mumbai a stunner ,great looks failed to make it in the Industry..he returned depressed was accosted bya Hijra began living with her, the hijras was over possessive..the good lookers family tried hard to get him out of the clutch of the hijra, but all moves were futile ..Hijra would not let go of her lover..I only know one thing , when the lover too wanted a release from this androgynous love trap, the HIjra had him killed.. there was no proof or evidence , in the police records I am told the case was closed ..the hijra moves around the streets of Uttar Pradesh.

Now this might be an individual stray case , but Hijras are human possess all the frailties of Man...his wickedness his lust his dreams hopes and aspirations.

I have a picture posted of a hijra with a poem and an article on Tantric sex of the Hijra that has crossed over 127,461 views at Flickr..it is part of what is called Interestingness of my Flickr photo stream.
Because I dont have a highlight tool, never needed one I dont post most of my borrowed thoughts here at Now Public..so I will add the Flickr link.




www.flickr.com/photos/firozeshakir/1078029581/




Hijras are very ugly or very beautiful.. they are uglier than man and more beautiful than Cleopatra..this is my opinion..I brag but dont exaggerate..I have pictures to prove the validity of my mindless thought..




I have never lived among Hijras just gathered by observing them through my inborn Sufi hindsight.. over 8000 pictures in about 5 years..but no coffee table book .. hijra poetry and their story their pain as seen on the viewfinder of my soul.

I have never been to the Eunuch festival at Koovagam Tmil Nadu the only festival that does not happen, .I dont stalk Hijras I wait for them and they fall into my laps.. metaphorically..

My wife understand my love for the Hijras and their community..but as a woman she thinks I should make money like other photographers who learnt under me and make almost Rs 10000 an assignment..that is her pain.





I dont sell my words , my pictures, I share pictures , my world was Flickr till I accidentally stepped on a news mine called Now Public..




Thank you Fred Miller..my good archangel in a photo blog.




Barring a bit of a uploading problem here I am at Now Public most of the time ..my tailoring shop is a minute away from the addictive computer at my house..




Today I will complete 73000 photo blogs at Flickr in 23 months .pictures private and public.




I thank all of you here who showed me an additional path to Nirvana of my human soul that was earlier embedded in a photo blog.




And those that touched me in more ways than one..I humbly accept your blessings in gratitude.




A poem as tribute to my hijda Guru




Laxmi Narayan Tripathi





my hijda guru
hijda icon
sitting all alone
wondering
where those
days have gone
the fading moonlight
kissing the feet of dawn
neither man nor woman
from a drop of a tear
a hijda was born
treated like a leper
looked down with scorn
from the seed of serenity
laxmi narayan tripathi
reborn
lisping lyrics
on the lips of a swan

dedicated to my guru..

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The Messenger of Failed Love

121,892 items / 832,890 views

photo courtesy
jean marc gargantiel

jmgargantiel.zenfolio.com/p132891686

here i am
like a barren tree
standing
outside her house
withered hopes
fruitless branches
bent kowtowed
i am alone
a thought
in a crowd
i bang my head
against her door
i call out her name
aloud
humility
head bowed
she is arrogant
full of conceit
vane and proud
she loves a man
more heavenly
endowed
although
i have deleted her
from my fucked
consciousness
she wont be cowed
with the gift
of her touch
she can bring
me to life
from my shroud
but than outside her
door reads a plaque
dogs and dead indians
not allowed

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