Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Wound On My Leg I Got On Good Friday Lenten Walk

Blood Sweat And Tears The Poets Heritage

Sweeping Strokes of My Blogs

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The animal sacrifice began to the beat of the drums and the puja and before the goat is slaughtered they wait for a sign from Goddess Marriammen and than only does the slaughter begin , I was told to cut my flash so as not to disturb the goat, and when the goat nods his head there is a frenzy from the crowds two guys hold the legs at each end Ganesh brings the chopper down with a single stroke the head is severed from the trembling body of the goat.

This continues all afternoon , and the other end poultry are slaughtered with a single swipe of the blade of the knife.


Women keep offering flowers coconuts with baskets on their heads and there is a steady flow of women devotees at the Nehru Nagar Marriammen Temple Juhu.

Govindas wife Sunita Ahuja is a patron of this unique temple I was told..

Children are swarming all over the area shouting shrieking its their feast day too ..

There Is A Poem Here But I Shall Not Write

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for her
who is
out of mind
out of sight
god created
women
gave them
everything
but robbed
them
of inner light
its man
whose humily
is greater
than his height
his soul
pristine white
he may be
evil
he may
be ugly
but man
is destiny
of mankind
in poetic flight
crazy insane
fucked forever
man
is the eternal
beauty
that flourishes
in the night
blooms
bold and bright
from his loins
flows the hope
of tomorrow
milky white

This Is My Last Poem To The The Warrior Goddess Queen

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i have decided
to give a full stop
memories
on my souls
poetry skip and hop
she has moved shop
a story that began
suddenly flopped
deleted doomed
blocked from
her friends list
i have been
unceremoniously
dropped
my last flight
of fancy
my poetic wings
chopped
little cry baby
on the tree top
a silent pause
unforgiving
cause as
a back drop
drenched
in the nostalgic
desires
of a rain drop

My Time Has Come To Go

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a single
swift blow
tears
held back
the poet
in me
must go
this cock
wont see
the rising sun
his last crow
he loved her
although
she viciously
on his face
shut her door
she thought
equivocally
she had scored
when the blade
touched
his feathered
crown
the neck
of a poet
with a thud
fell nimbly
on the floor
his blood
his pain
into
the gutter
of nothingness
overflowed
she was brutal
she was ungrateful
she was uncaring
she washed her hands
paid the butcher
some more
told him to see
he was dead
throw him
in the sea
that he wont
ever rise from
the sea floor
or crazy demonic
followers of his
will build a shrine
a martyr misplaced
blood sweat
tears and gore
she got busy
cooking haleem
other domestic
chores a nokrani
she calls herself
whoaaaaaaaaaa

Maryammen Feast Animal Sacrifice..

Ganesh is a pujari ccome butcher he has been undertaking all these rituals since he was a kid, and he is deft, he also puts the peircing rods in the cheeks hooks on the backs of the devotees and later after the procession moves from Juhu beach to the Mariammen Temple he and Bhima remove the rods hooks again..

This is a very painful process one wrong move the devotees cheek could be mutilated fir good.

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