The Hijda Hand of Peace

The Hijda Hand of Peace, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

a male displaying
her femininity
the hijra loves
to tease
between her legs
a useless piece
testicular tragedy
a woman’s soul on lease
a man its the man
she wants to please
bringing him down
to her knees
like two filmi people
making pretentious
love around tress
the mast hawa the sama
the breeze
clapping a chaotic
cacophony
cantankerously
clinks and creeps
the hijda hand of peace
on a fucked system
the hijda squats and pees

You Telecom Sucks

You Telecom Sucks, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

My perfect Sunday has been ruined thanks to you telecom my server provider – some body has cut all the internet wires in our area so the net has been dead since several hours I am now at a cyber cafe…I had Idd pictures to post now not possible..take care the silence of this lamb.

The net wires were cut from a building as they had not taken the requisite permission from the person concerned..

my poem of pain as I begin it at a cybercafe on Hill Road

you telecom sucks
more connections
adding to the coffers
making more and more
prosperity big bucks
for old existing clients
like me they care two fucks
as they had not taken permission
from a building all their net wires
were cut
this how business of making money
works
instead of them
a kick on my multi colored
conceited buttock
a blogger silence of this lamb
dumbstruck
a barefeeet blogger of mumbai
friend of the hijras
aravanis and eunuch
a pedestrian poet lame duck
free for all blogs
on cyberspace running amok
bollywoods most haunted blogger
bad luck

Raksha Wild Beauty In Bloom

Raksha Wild Beauty In Bloom, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

hijdas love to groom
pillow talking
the way to your heart
through the bedroom
raksha wild
beauty in bloom
changing colors
like a chameleon
through each costume
without hijras
this world a morgue
a deathly vacuum
dont waste your time
searching for the hijda tomb
missing vagina castrated chaos
within a missing womb
hijdaeroticness
you need not exhume
hijda a testicular tragedy
a missing heirloom
mesmerizing headiness
muskiness of her body perfume
rain drenched emotions
playing foul in her bathroom

its true I shoot Hijras poetically in all humility I assume

Where has Priya Gone ?

Where has Priya Gone ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

her lovers in mumbai mourn
embedded in their fleshy souls
a rose a sweet thorn
a Singaporean boy
a woman reborn
a hijda of substance
welcoming a hijda dawn

The Hijda Misgivings

The Hijda Misgivings, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

a streak of sadness
corrugated crumpled wings
in silence the hijda sings
her fate no happiness brings
life that has robbed
her of all good things
her past
those unforgettable
hijda flings
oh karma
where is thy sting..
married
to lord iravan
searching
for the wedding ring
the hijra
queen and king

Naina Hijda Neurotic Nights

Naina Hijda Neurotic Nights, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

slumber less sleep
pillow fights
naina hijda
erotic nights
a poem in flesh
of hijra rights
disgorging discomfort
delicious delights
the clock
a silent spectator
at midnight
a poetic soul
some love bites
walking a tightrope
fear of
heights
her androgynous
spirit
an elegy recites
between the sheets of pain
more pain unites
she who lives
in the heart of a
photo bloggers
website
naina hijda
a dream of hope
in pain and passion
a script rewrites
neither man nor woman
a womb less plight
testicular tragedy
genderless plights

poem written 18 nov 2009

Sweating it Out Sweet Jesus

 

I actually began shooting the hijras in earnest from the All India Hijda Sammelan Parksite Vikhroli..

This was my tryst with destiny that changed and challenged my life forever..I began shooting the hijras here dressed as a Sadhu barefeet , and was bodily thrown out twice, but Mr Santosh Shetty a social activist gave me the permission thanks to Times Of India photo journalist Nitin Sonawane..and there was no looking back..

Its been a very long journey.. into darkness aided by spectral light of my soul..

I met hijras shot them , and many I never saw ever again.. totally evaporated in thin air..this is my blog at Facebook , normally I copy from Flickr..

I met Simran here in Mumbai and last year after many years at Moti Katla Ajmer ..I am well known at Ajmer I have earned my space the hard way..

Ajmer is the ultimate Hijra paradise you have to eyes on your soul to see what I see …and I am caught betwenn the hijras the malangs and the rafaees , the rafaees are body piercers of an Indian Sufi order of mendicants..
So I am at Char Yar where the Bawas stay on a cemetery and at Moti Katla where the hijras stay, the hijras stay at Sola Khamba too.. like Laxmi Narayan Tripathi and her followers.

My host during Urus time is the Lion of Ajmer leonine Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra no 6..and his sons Farid Miya and Qambar Miya ..Most of the khadims know me as I am barefeet..and propagate Ajmer Sharif as a spiritual place of Peace on earth..

Near Taragadh in the mountains lies the Graves of the Hijra Saint and his biological son.. close to Bibi Jamals tomb.. this is a pilgrimage place of the Hijras in Ajmer .. a sad and silent place part of Hijra folklore..

I was here a few years back I had climbed the mountains barefeet , my feet bled but I never gave up..

After Ajmer , the other Hijra paradise is Haji Malang an unforgettable place of all time..

I have never been to the Koovagam festival it has been denied to me since last few years, some tragedy or other strikes me and I cant go..

I can do without Hijras , I dont see or shoot them for months , but can the Hijras ..do without me as the sutradhar of their misplaced fortunes in life..

Yes I shoot Hijras and pictorially poetize them for posterity..

I thank Laxmi Narayan Tripathi my hijra guru for making this possible..in spite of opposition from Hijra groups that want the Hijra life to be secretive and esoteric as it has been since the beginning of this world..

Google searching for a barefeet blogger from Mumbai will bring you to the soul of hijdadom on the internet..

Restless Ritu On The Prowl

Restless Ritu On The Prowl, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Ritu had recently come to my house with Nishi hot Babe a cross dresser , they wanted to see their pictures and meet my family, my wife and my daughter Samiya.
Ritu was dressed as a male but could still excite the human senses..I have been shooting Ritu for quite some time she was a bar dancer till the government banned this trade in Maharashtra , this really hit them in the guts as families depended on their earnings.. things went from bad to worse some made it others died on the way..

Ritu kept her head and this poem is my tribute to her grit her determination and to make it in life ..And now you should sometimes read the text unwritten beneath my pictures of the Hijras, yes I shoot hijras with a divine poetic passion , I have been approached by people for Hijra coffee books I am not interested..I do this without profit or gain, I show you Hijras in a way nobody will ever show , with scars , with wounds all hidden behind their gaudy make up of pain..this is for Facebook readers..I am a heterosexual happily married male.. hijra is the poison .. I drink as a photographer..

serenity
silently serenading
surreptitiously lets out a growl
restless ritu on the prowl
her mind as wise as the owl
once a bar dancing hijra
time befouled
gang raped by politics
as she howled

My Name is Mona Darling

My Name is Mona Darling, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

my name is mona darling
unforgettable my sting
a man a woman
on a swing
a knave a queen and king
joys of another kind
i bring
like a leech sucking
your sexuality
i cling
once i have used you
out of the window
your love i will fling
a memory you wont forget
above all things
humiliating
the sanctity
of your so called
wedding ring

Mona’s Mystique

Mona’s Mystique, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

mona a hijra
in waiting
so to speak
monalicious
carnivorous
but gentle and meek
she has what you seek
monas love monas mystique
holding the best of you
cheek to cheek