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in his
humility
lies his
greatness
every time
i shoot him
he makes
no fuss
he loves
humanity
so do i
religion
we never
discuss
we keep away
from such caucus
cruel and callous
the pain the pathos
of judas his sufferings
his life loveless luckless
his soul infected by virus
serving no purpose
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jo jeeta woh sikanadar
koie bahar koie andar
dil dariya aur gand samandar
why we cant be over zealous
in other things nations welfare
no scams no corruption
good governance
better law and order
i often wonder
the pakistanis
in a cricket match we plunder
but our greatest enemy
poverty ignorance religions strife
tears our soul asunder
every new political path
the common mans ass
surrendered beaten black blue
no more tender besides
the politicians that lead us
to our early death
to the almighty our soul we render
in some ways we are hijras
eunuchs in spite of our gender
our house our children our lives
mortgaged to the money lender
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normally
in sheer
boredom
my mind
i undress
shoot myself
raw naked
as a poet
they call me
self obsessed
but manic
to some extent
my soul in a blog
self possessed
aligned to
the symmetry
of a cosmic
process
shooting
my surroundings
its hypnotic bareness
in all fairness
under duress
the heart says no
the flesh says yes
i have moved
a million light years
from matt and his word press
back to my hijda eunuch blogs
safe at flickr the new address
nothing more nothing less
the life of a colored man
was never a bed of roses
a thought expressed
a hurt a pain
i get it off my chest
yes i have finally
flown the fucked
cuckoos nest
east is beast
west is best
buried alive
soul at rest
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god hardly needs house of concrete and bricks
he lives in the heart of the rich poor and the sick
gods house is burned down bombed by the manic
burning the soul of its very fabric in his name
more people are killed destroyed by the fanatic
god s greatest enemy is the believer of god
not the atheist goddess lover or the gnostic
its only when a natural calamity takes place
we become human forget all thoughts ethnic
catastrophic karmic seismic man more than any devil
or evil spirit by his thoughts his deeds most satanic
it was a picture i shot or a poem my thoughts
began to click,., god is unseen but the most photogenic
all this would not matter much this way or that way
to the mind of the skeptic this picture is dedicated
to my good friend Eric from Toronto photo quick
from a barefeet bejewelled blogger mystic
50% human 50% tantric a shia hindustani remix
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yeh bat sach
hai main
tamhe hue waqt
ki tasvir
kheech tha hoon
chalta phirta
purza hoon
main ek ansu
ko rumal se
nichod kar
haqeeqat ka dil
seechta hoon
yeh bat sach hai main apni tasvir khud kheechta hoon
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