Women are captive of their desire

their body and soul
like candle and flame
incongruously on fire
a spirit live wire  ,
breaking the bars of
a prison cell with pliers
still held in incredulous
quagmire birth to death
womanhood a satire
conjoined to a mans soul
who treats her like a
commodity  he never tires
incomplete dreams he sires

once she sat indomitable
in the fiery flames with her
dead husbands lifeless corpse
on a pyre ..dreams aborted
life and times of a bride in
a widows attire ,,

times have changed
but a woman is a woman
even her memory a poem
inspires ...i wont deny her

I shoot garbage as Fine Art

a poem for my Flickr
friend Felip 1 i start
why do I shoot garbage
who will shoot it after i
depart a thought that
saddens me breaks my
heart tell me in your city
do they litter throw garbage
like this or they use a garbage
bin or cart ..

our garbage is an artistic
exploration into the soul of
Man his failings his warts
a journey he must chart

my local representatives
who were elected with our
votes will never see this
its worse than Cupids
poisonous dart ,,
hands folded with slimy
smiles they will come when
their term gets over Bandra
Queen of The Suburbs their
sweetheart ..they hardly care a fart
disillusioned democracy the system
like a computer needs a restart

My Cosmic Rings

My fate is linked to my
cosmic rings to a layman
it means nothing to a mystic
emphatically good luck brings
a whirling dervesh sings

Living and the Dead

Muslim beggar on a mound
a few feet above the ground
beneath her feet is a grave
a body lying safe sound
living and dead bound
i found..her head with
thorns crowned
fate unstopping
loves to pound
color of pain
urban brown

#covfefe

You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die
Goodbye

#covfefe

You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die
Goodbye

I shoot eyes

I shoot eyes slits in the soul of a vestal garb people despise i seek poetry passion pathos a moment called paradise