Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Poor Migrant North Indian From Uttar Pradesh



full page
ads in all
indian newspapers
touting law order
governance
under chief
minister mr
akhilesh
self promotional
exercise
self glorification
hollow praise ..
muzzafarnagar
riots wont ever
be forgotten
wont ever
be erased
like a garland
of godhra will
haunt the soul
of humanity
it will surface
political survival
what a disgrace
dreams politicians
chase .. a mask
concealing a dubious
face .. what hindu
what muslim those
who were martyred
were indians ,.by race

The Poor Mans Cuisine



green hot chillies
is the poor mans meal
cooked on a kerosene
stove no big deal
he cant afford
asparagus
avocados
the rich mans meal
the long winding
line for kerosene
burning sorrow
burning feet
his life
like a slithering
eel
the pain of living
as prices sky rocket
now you know
how he feels
his pain reveal
governments come
make a quick buck
go his pain
wont heal
a system
that sucks
his soul
it steals
in a grinding
pain round
round he goes
round a karmic
wheel made
of plastic
not of steel
the only time
he is respected
when
they come with
folded hands
for his vote
his fucked fate
is sealed
another 5 years
another spiked heel
on his trampled
sorrow another
fucked deal

With Bakra Eid Round The Corner Millions Will Be Spent On Goats

but who
has time
the feed
the poor
the needy
the homeless
or those in
distress
or give a few
goats to a
widows home
or an orphanage
it is only who
bought the
most expensive
goat money
seducing the press
to show off impress
the clergy need not
stress bound
to the rich mans
largess while
the rich man
ostentatious
display
of wealth
money power
misplaced
sacrifice
a thought to
address
why so much
excess
moderation
is the key
to worldly
peace
success

I Shoot The Last Gasping Breath Of Life


This is dedicated to a Flickr friend for her kind words it touched the humility of my photographic soul ..her words ..

I just love your photos, they are so often the highlight of my day! Including the dead and dying and decrepit and begging,
it is like a window into the real world from the privileged North American life that people lead here. Most people can't believe how the rest of the world lives. You are a constant reminder of what is really going on!!
If people say they don't like them, it is because they want to be ostriches and hide their heads and pretend that everyone is rich and prosperous, without realizing that their wealth and that of their nations is stolen from the third world nations pockets.


who is he
i dont know
but yes he
is muslim old
man of uttar
pradesh
north indian
lying at
the bus depot
day dreaming
his painful
deathly throes
his worldly woes
his sufferings
shadow him
wherever he goes
wakes him up
to pangs of hunger
bouts of begging
when the winds
blow..the pain wont
diminish or outflow
who really cares
for him ..those
who engineered
the azad maidan
riots for muslims
of myanmar assam
wont ever see him
him or feel his sorrow
i only hope not another
politicized protest for
muslims of muzzafarnagar
in mumbai ..to pacify
our polarized leaders ego
those who died were all
indians due to a novice
running a large state
in one go..giving free
laptops does not change
crumbling law and order
scenario ..durga shakti
ma durga is coming
to remove all obstacles
durga ma ki jai ho..

I Use My Camera As A Time Machine

i show
you
magical
moments
that i had
shot i had
seen brotherhood
hope evergreen
i show you
a thought
before it
will be born
time will
wean
i shoot
that futuristic
scene eid ul zuha
on october 16
a few changes
in dress mood
but obedience
devotion surrender
to gods will pristine
my camera is a
lamp though i
am not Aladdin..
i juggle pictures
back forth that
you may have
seen..umpteen
i shoot all religious
moments memories
i dont ridicule or demean
i dont shoot the obvious
or obscene ,, my camera
is my instrument of peace
capturing pain gasping breath
solitude silent and serene

Hanumanji At Juhu Beach

Do You Want To Know What Nerjis Is Thinking As A Photographer



I gave my Canon 60D to a tourist photographer who had a Nikon DSLR around his neck,,and he was with his family a young guy but was having trouble shooting with the Canon..though it was on the easiest mode,so Nerjis looked amused wondering why he was taking so much time and I dont blame her.

One of the reasons I taught them photography, they wont ever have to grapple with the camera when they grow older,,than as an after thought I realized they have already grown older than my camera ..

My grandchildren wont be photographers but I taught them humility all human virtues through the camera .. you have to see her shoot pictures ..

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