Hijda Humanity

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Hijda Humanity, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

clapping their hands
on the street
hijda loves to greet
neither man nor woman
the hijda incomplete
born with dancing feet
hijda humanity
die standing
unwrapped misfortune
weeping tears
embalmed in a
winding sheet
rains the dust and the heat
their manly destiny
they did cheat
at the mercy of a genderless god
I repeat
the hijda a somnolent
sadist society
does not know how to treat
a spiritual silent soul
embedded in a flesh concrete

Filed under: hijra poetry

Beyond My Reach

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Beyond My Reach, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

a picture
a visage
unfulfilled moments
time did bleach
memories
emotions
heart pulling
heart rending
silence
now beyond my reach
her path
my path
an uncollided route
brakes humanly did screech
souls made for each other
cruel destiny did breach
they practice pragmatism
who teach
what others preach
one man on this universe
its bush you must impeach

Filed under: hijra poetry

The Hijda Fairy Tale -In a Photo Blog

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The Hijda Fairy Tale -In a Photo Blog, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Laxmi and her Hijdas love the Hookah.
A nawabi pastime.
I dont drink smoke or fornicate .

My passion is capturing life
the hijda fary tale in a photo blog
on the other side of the human fence..
through the mystical intricacies of my lens
wisdom hidden in nonsense
eunuch faces wrinkled and tense
androgynous raptures
amorphous moments that
dont make sense
holistic hijda healing
that human souls cleanse
mysterious mind paths
crooked and dense
forget forgive recompense
humiliated insulted
disfranchised
marginalised
but dont take offense
hijdaeroticness
hijda suspense
on the face of society
without any expense

Filed under: hijra poetry

“The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir”

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“The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir”, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

>>>>>>> A LINE FROM FIROZE >>>>>>>>

The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir

You are the one person who has always kept me alive like a Unholy Saint of Poem Hunter

Love you All
Take Care

my grand daughters site

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Have a good day, one butter than yesterdays. Salam

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thank you howlingly
your love I echo
being kicked out
without being given a reason
hurts me so
the victim is punished
the racists of poem hunter forum
running freely
to and fro
yes hate
is what makes
hate grow
monster hogs
witches of armageddon
unkilted
untilted
agony
they do not know
a loose bowel
shitting poems
in the snow
a metamorphed
mesphistopheles
with a trident
raised eyebrow
rusty old wilkinson blades
may god rest his soul
he died in his sleep
fucking flo
to poetry of mediocrity
what a blow
on his grave
an epitaph
by a shitting crow

Filed under: hijra poetry , racist eunuch poets

Hijda Woes

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Hijda Woes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

hijda begging

hijda woes

what the hijda suffers

no one knows

wannabe peacocks

born as crows

the hits the blows

on their faces

the misery shows

despondency

depression

as it grows

hard earned sweat

in choked gutter flows

dying standing

rows and rows

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijda woes

Content Theft of a Bloggers Soul

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Content Theft of a Bloggers Soul, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

blog grave diggers
blog body snatchers
content theft
loot the soul of the blogger
right and left
main stream media
of stories bereft
plagiarising the flesh of
of the blogger
very deft
pictures they steal
abysmal cleft
a fabric devoid
of warp and weft

Filed under: hijra poetry , bloggers, content theft, mainstream media

Pillow Lips of Poetry

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Pillow Lips of Poetry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

her hot lips
pillows on her sensual bed
a world of poetry
within her head
so many women in the world
but Man yearns for her instead
her passion like blood
overflowing red
her spectral spirit
admonishing you
when you are dead
in a lonely graveyard
your funereal homstead
softly silently
on your soul
she will tread

laxmi narayan tripathi in my camera eye

Filed under: hijra poetry , pillow lips of poetry

The Wail of the Dying Hijda

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The Wail of the Dying Hijda, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

born of a sorrow
from the tear
of the goddess s eye
neither man nor woman
suffocating sigh
cursed standing
she will die
a hijda
a wail within
an endless cry
clapping hands
on streets you spy
bring them into the
fold of greater humanity
you must try
the hijda is as human
as you and I
her god has gone
AWOL in the sky

Filed under: hijra poetry

The Hijda Angel of the Night

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The Hijda Angel of the Night, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

crawling out of the bedsheet
like a bird in flight
the hijda angel of the night
reigns as a goddess
on my hijda eunuch blog
alright
to attain her
spectral spirit
on streets they fight
androgynous darkness
she is light
niether man nor woman
this exotic creature of delight
at wordpress on my web site
american hijdas
indian hijdas
one nation
black and white

Filed under: hijra poetry

Hair Raising Hijda

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Hair Raising Hijda, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the hair raising hijda of haji malang
songs of hijdaeroticness
that they had sung
pathos
screaming out of the lung
the hijda story
survival of the unfittest
on societys
human dung
speech is silver
silence is golden
of the stitched
hijda tongue
testicles devoid
sexuality
badly hung
sorrowful tears
on the soul of adler freud and jung

Filed under: hijra poetry

Hijda Clap

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Hijda Clap, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

What demarcates a Hijda from a cross dresser is the Hijda Clap, a warning signal , a call to their kind in duress and in happy times.
The Hijda clap, is what gets them cat calls , derogatory remarks of chakka or sixer..
But Hijda clap will never die out
It is the life long heritage of the Hijda angst and ethos
It is Hijdaeroticness

their duplicity
a honey trap
dressed as women
emasculated
a gender gap
the hijdas are coming
they dance and clap
androgynous aesthetics
of their soul unwrap
treacherous transgender tyranny
tears solidifying on natures lap

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijda clap

The Hijra Bride

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The Hijra Bride, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

She invited me to her marriage
I did not go -
she met her husband
at the turner road traffic signal
is all I know
it was love at first sight
she told me so
he is a blind beggar
young goodlooking
his picture
she did show
she takes care of him
begs double hard
to make more dough
by the sweat
of her eunuch brow
hijda humanity
with the flow
what you reap
is what you sow

Filed under: hijra poetry

The Eunuch Redefined

the hijra
the eunuch
the transgender
soul feminine
body very tender
waist very slender
incorrigible pretender
a gender
within a gender
aravani of the south
to lord iravan at koovagam
her soul she does surrender
at the doorstep
of khwajah gharib nawaz
in all her worldly splendour
androgynous anomaly
none there to defend her
human
endangered specie
in a race
this two legged
handicapped
contender

Dedicated to Dr Robi Ludwig …

This eminent doctor has been a source of inspirational help to those undergoing trauma of gender crisis and other gender related problems…

Filed under: hijra poetry , dr robi ludwig, gender identity crisis

Fading Glory Aging Hijra

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Fading Glory Aging Hijra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

when the hijra begins to age
an imaginary menopausal rage
hurdles and pitfall at every stage
emotional collapse
receeding hairline
embittered battle wage
a dying bird
asthamatic
pungent
memories archived
in a rusty cage

May 30th, 2008

Filed under: hijra poetry , aging hijra

All that Glitters is Pure Gold

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All that Glitters is Pure Gold, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

The Eunuchs the richer ones, love to flaunt their gold, their cute tom boys, and huge fancy bags , and the clap is what distinctly joins them to each other.And they are not easily scared, brave, and unrepentant of their ambiguous sex.

all that glitters on the hijdas

body is pure gold

a metallic presence

multifold

the hijda ambitious

endearing and bold

no more called chakkas

clapping their hands

reborn as

metrosexual hijras

I am told

through poetry and pictures

their lifes story unfold

a flame of

mutual coexistence

they hold

a man

created in a womans mold

May 29th, 2008

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijras

Beauty in the eye of the Beholder

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Beauty in the eye of the Beholder, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

She was curious and was keen to have her picture taken, I willingly obliged, yes dreams die hard, or hardly.

a hybrid hijra beauty
a beauty in the eye of the beholder
dreams real dreams imaginary
she hid in her hearts unhealing folder
looking for a prince charming to
passionately hold her
love her earnestly and not scold her
but he was scoundrel
that he was married 6 children
he never told her

life a rolling stone gathering mosss
trampled by a falling boulder

May 29th, 2008

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijras

Dressed To Kill

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Dressed To Kill, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Eunuchs dressed and waiting near the gates of All India Hijra Sammelan, where a fashion and dance competition took place later in the evening.. earlier I was not allowed inside, but later after Mr Santosh Shettys permission and Mr Raju Srivastavs presence I had no trouble whatsoever.

the hijras
no run of the mill
the hijras dressed to kill
dance dance and chill
trinkets of sound and skill
swaying away at will
young nubile old
even hijras over the hill
a moment
redefining
amorphous memory
adrogynous silence
very still

May 30th, 2008

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijras

What is a Eunuch?

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What is a Eunuch?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

fuck
dont keep on asking me
again and again
what is a eunuch?
a biological male
with a womans body language
a womans wily mind
a womans lust
a womans gullibility
in his androgynous body stuck
they call him the third gender
treat him like a schmuck
hijra bashing
hijra head hunting
humiliations
insults
he cannot duck
living like an isolated
human animal
in ghettos
his fucked bad luck
like a virgin lotus
revealing his white pristine soul
in a pond of muck
they uproot him
from his natural environment
into another filthy pond
they chuck
simply
for the sake of
making a fast buck
no gender identification
the lowest minority
the hijda out of work

May 30th, 2008

Filed under: hijra poetry , what is a eunuch

I am a Hijda -Leave Me Alone

http://hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

I was born romancing a stone

my heart beat a drone

my fate I silently bemoan

I am a Hijra

Leave me Alone

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijra poetry

The Androgyne

http://www.hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

beneath the muscles the blood
sinews and skin
lies the spirit of the androgyne
cumulative callisthenics
as the soul in mid air spins
tempting goblins elves and djinns
mortal man a loser a battle
he never wins
feet made of papier mache
walking on needles and pins

Filed under: hijra poetry , androgyne, laxmi narayan tripathi

Kiss My Hijra Ass

kiss my hijra ass she says

to be a hijra

among greater maculine macho men

no disgrace

who are worse than hijras

in many ways

crime never pays

better late than never

change your ways

life is but a weeping moment

a fleeting phase

be human

the greatest religiosity

embrace
http://hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

Filed under: hijra poetry , kiss my hijra ass

kiran shakes

http://hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

kiran shakes

into the hearts of

rich pan chewing

baniyas

she snakes

very efficiently

their backs

she breaks

no retakes

a thirst

of their languishing libido

she slakes

orgiastic oscillations

she fakes

on their

money bags

her rights of inheritance

she stakes
kiran is a transgender from delhi

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijra poetry, kiran

hidden hijra hopes

http://hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

Filed under: hijra poetry , hijras

Oh Basanti how I miss you so

http://hijda-eunuch.com/blog/

Oh Basanti

How I miss you so

My heartbeats

Like the pitter patter

Of raindrops

On the window sill

Of your dreamy heart

You will never know

Leaving me in the wilderness

However far you go

One thing is certain

You love me

I love you

A platonic

supersonic

seed that he did sow

Germinating pain

Dying day by day

So slow

Embedded as sorrow

Like the wretched nail of your toe

Basanti is a Hijda Guru , who was very fond of me and guarded me jealously from the other

pawing and clawing hijras at Ajmer Sharif two years back…

Filed under: hijra poetry , basanti

Hijdas Soul Stir Fry

crying they come
crying they live
crying they die
hijdas
killed by society by and by
article 377
a draconian sodomy law
to the transgender
they apply
anti human
betrayal of fundamentl human right
but the hijra is squeezed dry
live and let the hijra live humanly
is my reply.

Filed under: hijra poetry , article377, hijdas