Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Beggar Shot By Nerjis Asif Shakir 2 Year Old



she shot a captive man
held hopelessly to his fate
waiting for a few coins
life in dire state ..the lord
in his mansion the beggar
seeking succor at his gate
he looked into the eyes
of this two year child
a delirious moment
he tried to quizzically
contemplate .. did she
read his inner thoughts
his confusion his anxiety
in silence he tried to
narrate ..a winding
path of life ..he
could not think
straight ..

a blink a poetic
pause checkmate ..
claustrophobic
composite
loneliness of
this christian
inmate
no not yet
open to
debate

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

My Camera Collection ..I Gave it Away When Bad Times Came



hand picked
bargained
at flea markets
of chor bazar
kamatipura
models of
every name
antiquated
fame ..i
sold it for
peanuts
just rs 17000
yes bad karma
to blame ...
an extinguished
flame ,,, master
of the rings lost
his masters game

Monday, December 2, 2013

The Birth Of A Camera .. In The Hands Of a 2 Year Old Child



From the time Nerjis Asif Shakir began shooting pictures I held the camera , while she hit the trigger , but she always placed the camera strap around her neck, a habit that stuck.. yesterday I took a chance let her take the camera Canon EOS 60D ... and shoot the picture herself .. she shot her favorite Uncle Assad who took this shot on his mobile phone,,,

I had taught Marziya too, but Marziya learnt from all visiting photographers at my house ..but Nerjis Asif Shakir learnt with each shot she took.. and it is this humility love towards the camera that gave birth to her confidence and her awakening ... call it vision or whatever ..

I could easily have taught her all this on the tripod , but I wanted her to hold the camera like a baby doll gently lovingly and it paid off...

I love my grand daughters all three but Nerjis Asif Shakir is far too special, knows all the names of the fishes in the tanks , loves beggars and Fr Juan of St Peter Church..

The Retired Street Photographer


i am
depressingly
sick and tired
of shooting
the same
things
over and over
again..seasonal
driving me
psychotically
insane
i am held
to my cosmic
camera like
a dog on a
rusty chain
i come back
the same
place where
i am held
my poetic
pictorial pain
on the emulsion
of the memory
card of life
is what remains
diminishing
vision my eye strain
what i had what i
lost i do not wish
to regain..

shooting
the footsteps
of jesus
the chariot
of ganesha
the motherly
stance of gauri
the visarjan
of durga
through
the windowpane

on 10 day
of ashura
40 day of
chehlum
i become
one with
hussain
humility
humanity
on the
window
screen
of my
cosmic
brain

The World Of Dam Madar Malangs ,,,


shot by malang marc de clercq ...

www.flickr.com/photos/marcdeclercq/

The picture was sent to me a few minutes back by my brother Malang Marc with a nostalgic note , Marc is more family than friend thanks to the camera that binds you with blood sometimes ash or vermilion..

Marc and I have traveled a great length through the corridors of the mind of Man , recorded his angst on the emulsion of thought , that I call poetry of Life.

Marc is a great photographer I am merely a novice my pictures are accidents of my karmic thirst to understand my spectral surroundings the darkness and the light...

Over the years since 2005 I have learnt to demystify my emotions , capture it in another mans angst , remorse despair and..the struggling soul chained to a mortal body.

If somebody knows me truly well as a street photographer besides my human side it is Marc De Clercq..we shot together side by side the streets of Ajmer Haji Malang and the Maha Kumbh..

We are both part of a peacful Sufi Order Dam Madar Malangs and we documented the 896 Urus of Hazrat Zinda Shah Madar Makanpur , we were both initiated as Malangs in the same year same month at Ajmer , first me by Peersab Masoomi Ali Baba Madari Asqan.. than he took Bayt after me and actually it was Marc who involuntarily inspired me to become a Malang..

This picture shot by him rekindled lost memories ...evocative illusions ..shimmering soliloquy of silence ...

I dont know whether I will go to Ajmer or Makanpur I follow my fate if it leads me where it wants to lead me as a slave of time and space.

The Common Man Gave His Vote


soon after
the elections
when the netas
come to power
he will be crushed
completely you
will note ..he
was smote
though the
system of
corruption
valiantly
he fought
waqt sab se
bada madarchod
dil pe lage ghav
atma ne khaie chot
bandhe hath dabe
hot..ab agar bach
gaya kabhi nahi
doonga vote ..
tuh mujhe mar le
mera gala ghot
ja thane main lkha
le report ..phata
poster nikla aam
admi ke pakit
se bacha dal mot

The Retired Street Photographer

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