the rain swept clouds
open up their hearts
a new moon reveal
chand mubarak
ushering in a month
of piety devotion
Allah's omnipresence
on the soul of humanity
we feel a month
of gratitude humility
a month of introspection
a month all humanity heals
a pledge head bowed we seal
give to those who dont have
solemnly it appeals
lay down your arms
let them be only for prayers
dont rob kill pillage or steal
be a part of another
persons sufferings and ordeal
in the silhouette of the hijab
our motherhood our ideal
peace brotherhood
love for humanity
a thought we must
not conceal
we must collectively
fight evil ignorance
through the only jehad
for Muslim unity
to sectarian strife
a death blow
we must deal
on the soul of Islam
another Muslims
blood should
not congeal


my humble personal
appeal


August 11, 2010
picture of my granddaughter marziya

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As both my cameras are at the technician I may not be able to post the picture of my first fast which I will begin tomorrow , the picture you see on your computer screen was shot last year , and my sairi will be almost the same home made roll and some kheer and a black cup of tea.

What has changed from last year to this year is I dont shoot my thigh with insulin anymore I gave it up completely nor do I take the herbal powder ,instead a tablet and Ojamin tonic for the pancreas that was suggested to me by a Vaid at Latur at the house of Mr Madhusudan Buthada.. quite effective in my case.

So this will be the picture to start my new series Ramzan Mubarak 2011 ... holding a thread to Ramzan 2010 too..I dont feel helpless without a camera but it does feel strange , had I my camera on my person today I would have gone to shoot the hustle bustle of Chand Rat at Pydhonie shot the hijras with their drums begging from the shopkeepers I would have gone barefeet towards Bhendi Bazar Mogul Masjid but than I cut my day dreaming coming home shooting the streets without my camera on Chand Rat accompanied by my dear wife ..

And I got a call greeting me for the beginning of Ramzan from my goof freind Zain Hussain from Dubai..And so I wish all of you without sarcasm without satire a very Happy Chand Rat Ramzan Mumbarak 2011 .

Let the bombs explode elsewhere we cant change that let the killing of Muslims by Muslims continue we cant change that let scams corruption continue we cant change that and my best advise to Mr Anna Hazare for getting rid of his anxiety of the joke pal bill and the joke pal fast is to undertake a Ramzan fast and taste the sweetness of the Almighty .. and usher in Hope Harmony and Brotherhood too.


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I began my first fast of Ramzan a few minutes back, I am a frugal eater a pizza made by wife , some kheer sweet dish, a cup of black tea..before I began eating I took my insulin and diabetes medicine.

And as I began my fast I come to terms with myself my dehydrated fate and the cosmic reality of my existence within a drop of tear.

And I shot this to show you my table within the proximity of a blog..

I have downloaded new street pictures to my comp,I shall upload it later in the day.

And with this my last blog before I hit my head on a boulder of a pillow I wish all of you Ramazan Mubarak.. and a thought for all those buried in the cloud burst all over India Pakistan and China.

May they find immediate relief help and sustenance from God and mankind.

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accusingly
she looks at
me with her
gaze
as
i try
to
stealthy
move
towards my computer
my usual sitting place
she barks out
when will
you change your ways
your pictures poems
blogs your prolific pace
why dont you sit
long hours busy
at your work place
so it goes on
every morning
every afternoon
every night
always
had the digital camera
not been invented
i swear i would have
not discovered the
computer
the internet
in the first place
giving my slides
to vishal bhende
my black white rolls
to mahindar patil
my color rolls
to foto center at fort
no madness
or computer craze
all changed overnight
buzznet blogspot
i embraced
fell in love
wanted to migrate
to alaska
a second wife
in place
till my children
tied me up
beat the shit
called my brains
the rolling pin
as mace
than came flickr
facebook twitter
this bloggers life
phased poems
belched and laced
6 years as blogger
dreams i have chased
a journaler she
called me once
no not my wife
the other goddess
some more love
dreams defaced
the curse of the computer
on the soul of my blog
my blogs my eunuch sorrow
a toxic waste
on my mutti colored ass
with vile comments
they cut copy and paste
pompous pedagogic
pedantic pen pushers
residing in
towers of babble
their wrath on me
misplaced
comments
on the soul
of my misfortune
totally in poor taste
yes i agree my
poems are gibberish
my pictures are fucked
but its with my angst
my poetic pathos
my anguish
as poison
i have rephrased
barefoot blogger
of mumbai
in the backwaters
of kerala
will definitely
not resurface
we indians
are the biggest racist
hitting our own
for our inconsistencies
our vacuous empty brains
our tragedy our malaise


I dreamt this poem and inspired by my wife and my first fast of Ramzan

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I shot this a few days back, but due to a faulty card reader the card got corrupted I thought I had lost all the pictures but I managed to salvage them , the loss would have hit me simply because Marziya has begun her namaz , imitating the elders and the core essence of our faith .,..head bowed in prayers.

What can I tell you about Marziya that you already dont know , she kisses peoples hand and shows her respect to them.

At the moment I can hear her crying in her parents room..and she has these crazy bouts .

My poem for her


following the footsteps
of her mother her father
her grand mother
marziya shakir
head bowed in prayers
namaz
the core essence
of our spiritual survival
as important as air
a breath of life
in every layer
our humility
with the maker
we share
whenever
we need him
he is there
like a beacon
of hope
in our despair
through
namaz
our allegiance
to him
declare

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