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jab hijde ka
budapa ata hai
doodh ka doodh
pani ka pani
ho jata hai
hijda rat ke
andhere
se ghabrata hai
bagh main
naye hijdon
ko dekhhar
tilmilata hai
patjhad ki aad
main khud ko kosta
reh jata hai
apne lute zevar
ko dekhkar
khayalon
man kho jata hai
woh jawani
ka itrana
woh pyara
hasin manzar
yad ata hai
hijda badkismati
ke takiye
par sar pathak
pathak
ke so jata hai
ek khunkar maut
ka saya jhuriyan
bechaniyan
lekar 'hijde ke darwaze
ko khat khatata hai
jab hijde ka budapa
ata hai
luti hui jawani ki
yad dilata hai
hijda ek bar
nahi
kai bar
mar jata hai
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Monday, April 26, 2010
Jab Hijde Ka Budapa Ata Hai
If They Could Shoot Hijras Like I do
124,623 items / 873,073 views
humility
a spiritual avenue
if they could shoot
hijras like i do
to show you
without titillation
that hijras are
human too
unfortunately
a fucked specimen
in the human zoo
hate on the hijra
everyone spews
look around
social boycott
stigma
racial profiling
is it not true
for sanctimonious
society
hijra is taboo
why the hijra
is hated
they have no clue
kidnapping kids
forceful castration
hijra tales grew
from the soul
of mankind
the hijra
withdrew
neither man
nor woman
but from
all sides
they get
screwed
the hijra
disciple
the hijra guru
article 377
androgynous
souls slew
but in india
the hijra has
ancestry
ethnicity
if you see
through
ardh
nari nareshwar
interlocked
to the cosmic reality
of brahma
mahadev vishnu
it is not me
as a poet
photographer
but the hijra
my soul
pursues
through
the soul
of my
inner angst
i give the
hijra his due
a blogger
living in
a house
made
of bamboo
walls of bricks
not mine
by virtue
for stepping into my world of cosmic chaos i thank you
The Bleeding Mask
124,622 items / 873,055 views
to survive
the onslaughts
of time
pain is a
i need
a pain on
the palm
of my destiny
i carried
blindfolded
on the scaffold
it was love
i married
the soul
of my sorrow
i hastily
buried
now back
from the dead
in a bleeding mask
wasted and wearied
trying to grow
back
into her heart
like a wanton seed
a dreamer
lost in a surrealistic
world
paper wings
is all i need
cannibalizing
my despair
on my flesh
i feed
a sunset
less in my life
for another
chance
i plead
words
on her
conscience
string of
broken beads
Born To Beg
124,621 items / 872,627 views
born to beg
was the heritage
of her birth
a few coins
thrown
in a aluminum
plate
is her life's
worth
tears
on the soul
of mother
earth
it would have been
mercy killing
if she had
died in childbirth
an eternal pain
part of her
child's girth
sometimes dying once is better than dying everyday
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sometimes Death is a Blessing in Disguise
124,618 items / 872,537 views
in a world
full of corruption
where hope
is sodomized
where truth
is terrorized
where love
each morning
commits suicide
where trust
is taken for a ride
where peace
whores
on a dictators
bedside
where humility
is trampled
vanity resides
to the poor
a somnolent
god no hope
provides
groveling before
a corrupt system
the common man
gets kicks
on his backside
taking his misery
as providence as fate
his pain hides
hiss time bides
seeking an end
to life's torture
sometimes death
is a blessing
in disguise
into a funereal
gloom his soul
swings and slides
to this poet
his pain
he confides
burnt from
within
burnt outside
The Chase Begins
124,617 items / 872,464 views
dont stop dreaming
whether you lose
whether you win
the birth of an actor
the chase begins
a maverick on
a silver screen
a new tale spins
from a builder
to an actor
a new trade in
2010
a year of kapoor
revival he grins
along
with his kith and kin
houseful therein
in his soul of soul
a raj kapoor within
father shammi kappor
nods his chin
life is coming out
of thick and thin
an actor is an actor
beneath
his flesh and skin
to aditya raj kapoor
in humble gratitude
a barefeet blogger
unbottled djinn
Shooting the Hijra Angst
over heard among the hijras
yeh sala chutita
ham logon ke photo
leke kya karta hai
said the other hijra
gand main dalta hai
said the third
gandu sarkela hai
the last one
sala eda bhi hai
I gave them Rs 20 and drove away in the ricksha I had to meet Laurent Salesse at Leopold Cafe and Bar at 12 pm last Sunday..
And whatever the hijras told about me is inadmissible in a court of law and cannot be used as evidence against them or me for that matter..
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