I am a street illusionist

with the help of my camera
i give my stories a twist
i am not a street photographer
i am sure you get the gist
i am a street poet,..who is
prone to calisthenic fits
unlike my contemporaries
i am a simple man playing
out a skit ..happy to be called
a city bumpkin dimwit
i was once a follower of a
Sufi order I  renounced
myself from all such lists
I play tennis forehand
 backhand smash volley
I can hit ,,,I pretend to be
an egg in a snake pit
I cut my head with two
Daggers on the enemies
of Hussain I curse n spit

I am a humanitarian..
a candle in the altar of
 my soul she lit....

an american  blog goddess
who gave me tips as a journaler
made me Blog It

than she dumped me
like a piece of dog shit ..

Pre Monsoon Boat Pulling Vasai

 This was shot on Velvia 50 ASA during the film days however I moved away from scenic photography ,, I now shoot the tears pain remorse of the poor ,, I shoot misery cavorting with hope ,, I shoot the poor mans fate and destiny..at the mercy of false promises of politicians I shoot delusions and lost illusions ,, thank you all visiting the humility of my timeline ,,

Photography mind you
is not only what you see
or what you shoot ..
Photography is the
essence of poetry
silent mute ..
Photography has
many layers as
metaphors
thoughts feelings
passion pathos ,,
disembodied
pursuit ,,
Photography is not
simply clicking pictures
self aggrandizing selfies
but your inner visions
solemn tribute to God
the maker that you
distribute even if you
are an atheist agnostic
photography is a new
religion you have all right
to refute ..photography
a science of being that
does not pollute ..


the darkness with spectral light
it uproots ...photography is
karma dharma absolute ..

Vasai

I searched for Jesus in the Church

but he was away from all this opulence
he had broken away from the cross ..
a healer it made sense ..I found him
among the beggars dressed in tattered
clothes feeding a little child ,,sitting on a
broken fence ..I think it was Jesus for a
second I held mystically by the power of
my lens ..than he disappeared leaving
the poetry of my soul in suspense ...

The sartorial silhouette of a story teller from #Bandra. The Lama of Peace.

Caught on the net..

Dark somber memories
I try to forget the day she
And I met.. It was raining
She was shivering her clothes
All wet.. This was love at first sight
Different from the one on the internet..
The time was set..
A heart to let.. Her soaking eyes
Her cascading hair inkjet

Was Jesus White or Black

A question
I humbly ask
Theologians
I do not wish
to take you
to task..
please for
once let down
your frivolous
sinister mask
in a pretentious
spirituality
that you bask,,


what came first
Water Jesus or Flask
Water waiting to be
tuned into a wine cask

My Backyard Bandra Bazar Road

I have a backyard that is an insult to Hon PM @narendramodi jis magnum opus #SwacchBharat
at a @BJP4India citadel called #BandraBazarroad #Mumbai
Shows #BMC s poor garbage management.
I shot 150 videos of this site no response..

@CMOMaharashtra

Videos

i Have Shut my Facebook Account ,, Targeted Shia Harassment

As a Shia I am targeted even  by  Sufis

A faith I promoted vigorously as a Malang ..

I have renounced my Malang status and Khilafatnama