Saturday, April 25, 2009

Karmic Chakra of Pain

born on the street
on the heartless street
she will remain
her life revolving
round the karmic
chakra of pain
very soon she
will be a child mother
another childhood
going down the drain
a cipher on the soul of society
a brainless heart a heartless brain
more sorrow more misery ingrain
like a sordid chapter lost in transit
tear drops in vain
flowing
through sunken cheeks
pitter patter of rain

Hopeless Homecoming

on the streets
of despair
elusive hope
they search and grope
slaves of misery
bound by rope
for a new life
there is no scope
the graph of pain
a downward slope
children on failed destiny
on drugs and dope
a failed karma
they have to cope
visited by the sins
of their forefathers
washing the guilt
with a bar of soap

Wake Up Flickr Customer Care?

[Flickr Case 1149406] Re: Other Issues

Hi I had mentioned earlier that though my privacy regarding
who can comment on my pictures is marked for friends and
family, yet there are members who are not even my contacts
enter my photo stream write comments , I dont understand how
Flickr allows them to breach my privacy.
Z from Flickr customer care knows about this I had
explained it to him via email in complete detail.

Firoze Shakir

Flickr Customer Care to Me


Hello Firoze,

Thank you for contacting Flickr Customer Care.

I'm very sorry to hear you keep receiving comments. Please
bear in mind
that if your photo is in a group pool, people can leave
comments and add
notes and tags to it, despite your setting. Have you
verified whether
those photos are within group pools? If they are not in
groups and you
keep getting comments please contact us again.

Thank you again for contacting us. If you have any other
questions,
please feel free to reply to this email.

Regards,


S
Flickr Customer Care

My Reply

Flickr Customer care shocks me , you dont even read mycomplaint, or
see my profile before you read my complaint
I AM NOT IN ANY GROUP I AM
NOT IN A POOL SINCE I JOINED FLICKR
REALLY I GOT THE SAME ANSWER FROM Z-
YOU GUYS HAVE BECOME ROBOTS
LIKE THE SYSTEM THAT RUNS FLICKR
YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO HUMAN CONCERN FOR A FLICKR MEMBER WHOSE PRIVACY
IS BEING BREACHED EVERY TIME
I GET COMMENTS FROM FLICKR MEMBERS WHO ARE NOT MY FRIENDS OR
FAMILY..AFTER SETTING MY COMMENT PRIVACY TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

THANKS
NOTHING PERSONAL.
BUT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY FOR ONCE.


my pedestrian poem of pain


considering
that you guys are over worked
considering you guys
are automated like the robots
that run your system
a thought
a pain
I have to publically share
my comment privacy
is marked only for friends and family
I swear
yet of late any Flickr member
breaches my privacy wall
to write his shit his venomous hate
who cares?
I think this is really unfair
hate comments against my Shia faith
racist comments beyond compare
of which now again I make you aware
your faulty system
going to rust
urgently you must repair
I say this in utter despair
my fragmented poetry
of pain my pathos
is all I have to declare
Flickr
is a home away from home
for most of us
so please dont ignore
my poetic prayer

With Best Wishes From Mumbai

by the road
of the road
for the road
born to beg and die
on the internet
stamped
as a pedestrian poem
as we meet your eye
despair sorrow misery
hidden beneath a cry
from the streets
to your computer
as we winglessly fly
meaninglessly our pain
transcending the treacherous terrain
of a starless sky
with best wishes from Mumbai
silence of a slaughtered lamb
as the blood flows and dries
in a land of vultures
among the lord of flies

Hunger Lives Within Us

a life we lead
without fuss
hunger lives
within us
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
iron in the soul
we rust
wondering
whether
it was the egg
or the child
that came first
inundation
rains cloud burst
yet dying on the streets
of thirst
celluloid dreams of
slum dog millionaire
our future life
accursed

Jesus in Mumbai

as he walks
the streets of mumbai
the pain the passion
of his people within a sigh
14 stations of the cross
a path to peace
no person will ever deny
to save you from
yourself
he had to die
I am the Resurrection and the Life
words in introspection as his only reply
in the land of his birth
death devastation
a motherless child
a wasted cry
Israeli bombs
as gifts to humanity
from the sky

Dedicated to Da Vinca
Revised Poem

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