This is a steep climb from a narrow path close to Dhai Djinn Ka Jhopda and the beggars you see littered on this path, are unique , mostly infested with open wounds maggots , and they take money or coins in exchange a form of beggar money .. This is a path of pain pain redemption , it is like entering a unknown zone during Ajmer Urus time of Holy Saint Khwajah Garib Nawaz.
If your poetic interest is shooting beggars this is a beggar rat hole, kids , urchins mothers all on this path till you reach the upper levels of Taragadh Fort .. there is a famous Sufi Shrine here and is place of Shia Sufi influence , including an ancestral Imambada too.
As I dont have much time I did no go up this year , nor did I go to Pushkar ,,,
But Taragadh in the mountains is the famous graves of a Hijra Holy Saint and his biological son.. worthy of a visit too.
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, July 29, 2013
Beggars On The Way To Taragadh - Ajmer
I Shoot Beggars With My Third Eye
it will close
once i die
life i fear
death i
defy..
i shoot
pain
that i
conceptualize
i shoot truth
roadside reality
devoid of lies
i shoot hell
purgatory
in a world
of deceptive
illusory paradise
the mother weans
withered teat
as the child cries
i shoot what
i visualize
my cosmic fate
your cosmic eyes
Here Prevention Does Not Help The Cure
beggars need
to be rehabilitated
taught skills
made more
secure
but will
that ever
happen
through
the government
or society
or by muslim
community
i am not sure
so the beggar
will remain
beggary wont
disappear
a beggar far
a beggar near
if tomorrow
does not come
is the only fear
ramzan is a
reminder more
tears on the
path less
cheers
you pay
a few coins
he blesses
you with
long years
success
prosperity
all that is
dear...
As A Beggar - Sometimes The Poet In Me Comes To The Fore
As A Beggar - Sometimes The Poet In Me Comes To The Fore, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
blood sweat
tears and gore
unsaleable words
i prostitute i whore
bashing my bleeding
head at her closed
doors .. she wants less
i want more as poet
within the fucked soul
of a beggar i underscore
i am as deformed as he is
sitting by his side on the floor
pain buzzing like bee idling
on the core .. i try to get sleep
i can hardly snore .. my destiny
caught up with her on some
distant illusory dreamy shores
a boat caught in a whirlpool
she mockingly holds the oars
-
Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
-
If you travel second class and if you are a photographer like me who documents beggars than you will find a lot of beggars on the train...
-
Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...