Thursday, November 29, 2012

What I Cant Find In Some Gardens I Come And Shoot Here .. Adab Aur Tehzeeb

The Scions of The Nawabs of Hussaini Koti..


i shoot
a tomorrow
unborn
i shoot
hope
i shoot
the future
i shoot
the golden
dawn love
destiny
has spawned
i shoot hussain
koti alamdars
from the same
spot where
others have
come and gone
barefeet on
the gleaming
lawn where
a pledge
of hussain
his beloved
brother abbas
is re invigoratingly
renewed  reborn

We Through Our Children Keep Our Heritage Alive

The Nawabs Of Hussain Koti And The Beggar Poet Of Mumbai

Adab or Tezhzeeb


uske
bina
ap lachar
muflis
aur ghareeb
na khud ap
na khuda
apke kareeb
apke bacche
apka jagmagata
naseeb..ya habib

I shoot dreams






what
you see
as pictures
is my textless
imagery
i am a
beggar poet
the camera
sets me free
held like
Prometheus
bound to my
deathly throes
my fears
my destiny
i am a
thought
in captivity
a seed
a plant
a tree
rootless
branch less
to be or not
to be ..a bark
gnarled
bent knees
a pain that comes
goes wont cease
i am alive i am
dead borrowed
i am on lease
i own nothing
i am a silhouette
a cocoon searching
for inner peace
i am a speck
of dust blown
in your courtyard
by a tyrant breeze

i am merely
an imprint
on your dahleez

Shooting 8 Moharam Hussaini Koti

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