Dhoom Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 soon the sweeper will come kick his ass with a municipal broom paved sorrow requires no room cheek in the mouth grins a bike metrosexual meanderings fume a new coinage of defiance dhoom (doom
Dickensian Sleep Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Sleep Metaphoric Dickensian sleep A world dangerously Connecting to Mr Micawber and Mr. Uriah Heep Fat boy Pickwick Papers Also fast asleep Aunty Pegotty Barkis is willing A promise This Valentines Day The heart will keep
Girl Childs Pain Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Girl child Today Tomorrow A woman Continuous Circle of pain Tortured inhuman for profit and gain luckily ungifted to goddess yellamma a devdasis destiny she wont complain shri shirdi sai babas blessings remain a childs story a womans pain
read her eyes ignore my poem..its all written within her eyelashes..
Genetic Guilt of a Girl Child Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Girl child Born in captivity At birth On this planet Of mother earth Depreciation Devalued as she grows Her life not worth Robbed of her jewels of mirth After death too Hung by a noose Such is her Spiritual rebirth A travesty of a truth You don’t have to unearth
Bush accuses Iranians of role in arming Iraq Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 By PETER BAKER Washington Post WASHINGTON — President Bush bluntly accused Iranian agents Wednesday of providing sophisticated explosives to kill U.S. troops in Iraq but said he did not know whether they were acting on orders of the Islamic republic's leaders and denied using the allegations as a pretext to go to war with Tehran. The president spent much of the hour-long televised session in the East Room addressing skepticism of his government's assertions regarding Iran and fears of a widening regional conflict. "The idea that somehow we're manufacturing the idea that the Iranians are providing (explosives) is preposterous," Bush said. Repeating a reporter's question, he added: "Does this mean you're trying to have a pretext for war? No. It means I'm trying to protect our troops." Bush rejected suggestions that his administration has provided confli…
Culinary Cunt Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 bombed out craters on the planet of my heart these were fields of freedom loving fun cybernetic curiosity one sided love tore them all apart .. mounds burying all my emotionally fucked body parts like prawns put out to dry at carter road shrivelled , fishy smell that they impart later perhaps served at her table as a culinary cunt a la carte .. love toothpicked morsel till death do us a part.
Camel Humped Radio Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 self exiled from the domain of your love a caring and sharing that was my alcove i love you , i love you , i do love you by Jove would elope with you to the heavens above no more cringing comments on your post no more tears in your inbox…host. will miss word fencing, and your arrows at my heart. my new year resolution and what a start.
in some other planet and some other time you will be mine you will be mine. a love that even you cant define buzznet broodings now offline
A Girl Childs Cry Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 I am a girl child She said I was born alive They want me dead Unfed Unread Older To an older man They will have me wed To make more children a male heir from my crumbling marital bed darkness and more darkness ahead my race my womanhood was from time immemorial bled male dominated kept as chattel instead a holy spirit languishing in fungus fed bread
Turner Road Traffic Signal Kid Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Is it society’s fault Stitched lips Silenced guilt The Turner Road Traffic signal kid Begging As vehicular traffic Comes to an halt Traffic haftagiri Beggar mafia By default The ongoing system Assault Watching eyes Of everyone Exalt Open wounds Rubbing more salt Thou shall not An empty broken Commandment Giving way to Thou shalt This would be Mother of News If I wrote about a beggar child A truant cop and a sexual assault.
Mans fall as Man Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Life is a giant wheel Base of bigoted concrete Feelings Melting steel Man hates man To God squeal The world running On power politics Religion block headedness Lies tapes hacked sex appeal Seen through prismatic eyes Surreal Man in a hurry To attain nirvana Slipping on the Uncommon sense Of a banana peel The man who helps him He sues no big deal Man is not even a Dumb animals ideal A thought Even an insect Does not conceal
Swear Words as Poetic Thought Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Me my thoughts My hopes my failures My extended life Suspended in mid air Dangerously Blowing winds From the north come and scare That I stoically bear Soullessness Polyestered Wash and wear Jawlocked Wordlessly In a snare they do who dare hard drive overdriven beyond external repair spoil the rod child don’t spare those critics bound by plastered posteriors to their armchairs religiosity corrupted in lifes mela of an ongoing fair dreams of disillusionment fucked nightmares. Yes my poetry is human Unlike you it swears
The Bleeding Wounds of a Photoblogger Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 A wheel within a wheel within a wheel Pictures on mans consciousness reveal Wordy worthlessness as spiel Myopic misplaced mindlessness Some see stab unpeel Pictures hacked into the soul of my blog Big deal as they viciously unreel You need to be a blogger..to understand The labyrinthine remorse that I feel Wounds on the inner parchment of my Faith Will take ages before they heal I don’t sell pictures or my words come take what you want don’t steal dharma karma unrevolving medicine wheel they decapitate the soul of a blog while the body post motionlessly kneels. Me and my shia ideals… in a kangaroo court of appeals horse driven mule headed automobiles photoblogging my angst is not a way I earn my family’s meals yes I love humanity in all color caste or creed ritualism cultural creativity as fiery bloody piercing naked ascetic photo journalism is why with this medium I am head over heels.
Mans Child Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Mans child In Mans Junk yard Scales of Justice Is all that guard Recyclable emotions Life is hard Raddi paper, bottle broken hearts pin pointed shard intelligence devious device the best of man retard take an inch they take away your yard mans child seldom is mans just reward
The Aravanis Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 I can discard the pictures that look similar but each picture tells a new story of the Hijdas Pain..the travails , the road ahead cobbled and precarious.. These are the poorer lot of Indian transgenders from the South called Aravanis.. That they stopped the ricksha, and after I told them about my Hijda Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi , and Baby Hijda Guru of Park Site they allowed me to take their pictures..And I shoot what I see, no manipulations, no props , simple Hijda pictures of Hijda despair .. Earlier they wanted money from me, but they did not insist, this was because they thought I was a foreigner..Indians as it is keep their distance from the Hijda community.. and it is more fear than anything else..And the Hijda is human like them, but old folks tale of Hijda kidnapping kids has added to their miserable lot.. The Hijda community is the most misunderstood , ostracized and looked down upon.. My life is full of Hijda encou…
Angel of Deceit and the Mad Boy Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 he is mentally usound disowned by his family he is not well they say he is under the devils spell bandra bazar road is where he dwells living a spectre on an hopeless hell he had in better times fallen in love with a girl called angel but she got married she ditched him thats what they tell his world crashed bitterly beaten hating womanly faces womanly smell a madman ..insane crazy ..societys rebel those who pass him by give him a few coins and wish him well
The Queen of Hearts Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 She watches all your moves The Queen of Hearts She who loves you With without warts but you ignoble creature want someone elses tits clits and twats The Queen of Spade for whom you have the hots has a Jocker giving her the shots seminal salvation as forget me nots a troubled King of both the Queens your destruction plots as your fetid soul in your decomposed body rots
“The white man's happiness cannot be purchased by the black man's misery” Frederick Douglass quotes
“I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man” Nelson Mandela quotes
“I believe in freedom for everyone, not just the black man.” Bob Marley quotes
“I am really enjoying the new Martin Luther King Jr stamp - just think about all those white bigots, licking the backside of a black man” Dick Gregory quotes
in the darkness of a dark mans heart a burning flame of oppression a flickering flame of retribution he takes and he gives as an overwhelmimng moment in times boundless eternity he lives reminding man each time he fails and falters whom he has ceated from a drop of a tear he loves and forgives
Poverty a Point Of View. Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 there is more poverty in religion than poverty on the streets man plays god man god cheats humilty hope humanity with oppression arrogance unseats you can still be a poet your own john keats write 9000 blogs in one night delete hard liners power brokers empty sounds from distant drumbeats with a fatwa for being a saffronised muslim a shia pandit your sanctimonious ass greets
A Better Tomorrow Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 yes hope ...on an indenting slope slitheringly slips the darkness you grope the older kids oversee the young kids gamble and dope burning end both sides of the rope hope with which the hopeless the homeless cope time and tide with fucked fate elope
Buzznets Sleepy Joes Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 They are drug addicts The whole world knows At Buzznet they were Sleepy Joes Dead to the world as They dozed Pictorially Laziness Imposed Municipal woes Unopposed Sweeping emotions Sorrowless Superimposed Thanks to a picture Their life and lifestyle Cybernetically overexposed Pictorial poetry metamorphosed An account on earth unforeclosed Man to man juxtaposed
Sacrificial Goat 2 Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Beauty in the eye of the beholder Muses the sacrificial goat For no fault of his.. At the altar of humanly appeasement The best of him smote Scriptured solemnity Memorized to rote Anomalous world Anomaly denote Battles embittered Waiting to be fought Deleted dilemma of a blog he never wrote even man in mans world is a sacrificial goat pieces of him butchered good heavens they gloat
Man and God Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Man A boon or a curse Born as a child Mother the nurse Adulthood Wife Life gets worse More demands On the purse Suicide Life aborted The ignominy Of a hearse My words Wordless reality Realistically Terse A Silent God your profit or your loss wont reimburse.
Childhood on a Garbage Heap Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Man has taken a leap Perched on the moon Plunging the oceans deep Yet at home sad to say Children loveless Born on a garbage heap A future that has tears Frozen but weep Pictorial plethora In the album of Street life..Seep The seeds that you sow Are fruits that you reap.
One Country One Flag Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 No Sunni No Shia No head count Just Islamic Reality The Muslim Unity Live and Let Live Everyone born Free Living as One Great Nation India Indian No more Disparity Living Proud No Global Charity Hindu Muslims On Parity One Country One Flag Human Equality Terrorism Terrorist Not Part of Our Humanity Peace Love Hope Harmony Mutual Coexistence With a Sense of Sanity
Yes I am A Rafaee Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Piercing my human soul Shooting pictures My inner angst My inner sigh Yes I am a Rafaee Don’t ever ask me why Chancawalli Sufis won’t deny The chillum smoke not my high I live let live soon I will die My body a specimen for Medical research No Shia cemetery for me Don’t ask me why Yes I am a Rafaee The best of me as a Blog Blown up as an emotion In a fish eye A stylist sartorial complicity hung by his own neck tie this world is run by a mullah , a priest a pandit and a rabbi man swatting mankind as the rest of the world looks by an ointment a death wish in her eye my god is dead says the atheist I was born as a accidental stand by My words unblossoming flowers On the posterior of a pin cushioned cacti Hacked on my consciousness a nudity of a nation Imperialistic hegemony ambushed humanity no outcry. Even the United Nations a dying monolith has shut eye.
To Pee or Not To Pee Carter Road Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 The air is free The walk is free At Carter Road Promenade Love, oral love is free Accidents road run free The only hitch no place to pee Titan arrow headed clock No time to see Bandra Residents Association Stray dog menace also free The sky the shitting suntanned bums The open air toilet unsanitary Basking in the Arabian Sea.. The odor the smell aah what Perfumery A road to Lord Ganesha Fledgling temple on rocks As the Kolis take dakshina as Visiting free The watchmen doze Drinking beers As folks on spree Life so serene and carefree To pee or not to pee This my ode to Carter Road Promenade Piss potted Poetry
Buzznet Blues No Excuse Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 God called His master plan Man To give him joy Company A woman He did scan A child later Trouble began Man fell in love with a Blog Goddess for sake of Mistaken Identity lets call her Suzanne from a blog fire into a blog frying pan beaten bruised this picture taking man joined Marys clan she Mary Magdalene to he a dwarf Peter Pan His camera fucked Nikon D70 The worst in Japan Invented when the Nikon developer Screwed a garbage can If you ask Ben Bell He will say Dafur is the Capital of Sudan Tom Do You Like it Deleted me from her Heart As he ran Panasonic youth Buzznet original My dear rope trick man Friar Tuck Yorrik Dread heading Australian Woolongong picture mafia Got rid of me through a secret plan Funksteena Cosmos Visiting my niece Miss Photographerno1 Shayana Firdausovitch Shakirova In Kazhakistan
Dichotomy of Love Was My Doom Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Every picture you shoot and post is a thumbnail of a larger hidden picture that your minds eye did not want too see…in this picture is a man asleep day dreaming, perhaps thoughts of love, his thoughts have given life to the picture happening on the next bench that of a couple making puppy love as seen in my picture frame , hypothetical metaphor. I am happy for once I don’t have to post my thoughts at three different places, those who want to read me will find me one day…My home site is a photo gallery , if I go to upgrade it I lose all the data that is what my son Asif Shakir told me ,so I shall continue posting here , I don’t have the stamina to have web site for the different topics close to my heart , even the Shia site my son is working on I wanted to abort it , do away with it, but I as a Shia feel I must give back what I got from my community , only a Shia photographer will understand the Shia ethos.…
The Little Masseur Boy Poetic Prose Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 At the Mahim Dargah one feature that misses people enwrapped in spirituality of the Holy Saints , is the misery but living life with a smile .. The underbelly of existence of the Little Masseur Boy. His little fingers kneading the calves of man, he told me had come from Uttar Pradesh, he and his friend without ticket, but with plenty of peanuts and Hope. This is Mumbai. Mother of all Destinations. I am told my Dad Mohamed Shakir came here at the age of 14, to try out his luck , he could not take the suffocation of a decadent society of the city of his birth Lucknow. I don’t blame him, he was a self made man. I sometimes wonder even the most underprivileged Maharashtrian will not leave his mother state..But I respect the migrant from the North an adventurer , with guts and the reason of making it big, becoming one as Marathi Manoos. My wife used to pester me lets buy a small place in Lucknow , as she hai…
Man is an Island of Hate Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Man is an island On an urban street Life’s traffic passes him by Cold feet His blanket Quilted sorrow His winding sheet Palmistry Astrology But his bad luck He cannot cheat Good luck Comes once When he is dying I repeat Even death Is ashamed To see him On his death beat But death is in hurry More souls to meet Catch upwith misery in Iraq Body parts Muslims Americans unburied Sectarian in life Now just a casualty unclean Killing fields that Hate did wean Man killed By his own invented machine Muslims killing Muslims With Allah in between Laillaha illalala Alah ho Akbar Empty throated words Only a smoke screen To kill without reason The best of our teen Insulting godliness A future unseen For such yazidiyat There is no vaccine If you don’t like My human poetry Report as obscene For you sanctimonious Saints of a belching society All this is routine After all Blogs are Truth Truth you hate But cant Delete
California Black Oak Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 From a night mare I just awoke A hacker did his job Lit a incendiary bomb Beneath my ass My faith did provoke My blogs all gone up in smoke A blog killed by a blog Life sucks what a joke Different people different stroke Zrathushtra a wheel Within which he spoke A world hiding truth Beneath a calico cloak Wisdom like acid rain In which you soak Far away a yellow ribbon On a California black oak
Why Cant We Co-exist Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Peaceful coexistence That among humans Does not exist We kill our own As we add Our friends To our hate list Destroy The world God’s words we twist Like animals and birds In an environment We can’t coexist We superimpose our Hatredness On others we persist If they don’t tow the line We get badly pissed Paradise a disillusion Revisited reminisced Without satanic verses We cant subsist A palm of love Giving way to a fist.
Unsafe Short Cut Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Signage On a traffic signal Guiding motorists Vehicular discipline Road Traffic plan Beneath it sleeps Humanity in the Garb of a Man Who cares a damn Unfiltered Word verification Not required Bad timing spam Man born to sorrow Sacrificial lamb His alter ego a battering ram Pedestrian poetry posing as slam My world of picto - reality Through a spy cam..
Another Animal In The Zoo Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Wild domesticity Child the father of man Born and bred in captivity Optical illusion That he is free A infested fruit From a worm infected tree Opulence ostentatiously Taunting naked poverty This happens only in India Some may not agree A song lyricless you see gutterless toilets to pee
A New Animal In The Zoo Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 A new animal in the zoo Colorful, unidiomatic Dear sue Rarest of rare in lieu Pictorial platitudes Imbue Poetic panegyric silence Eschew Children love him Its true Decaffeinated heady Heels over head brew A talent gifted to a very few Fragmented genius embedded Bare feet fuck shoes To live the life you want The way you choose Even a heaven encased in hell That you lose.. Lynched by emotions Renegade religiosity Two side of the same coin The wise man and the fool If you can go to college directly Why go to school.
Exercise Daily-Restraint Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Tongue in cheek The spirit is willing The legs are weak As I walk My soul does creak A mute brick in the wall Dictionary tainted words that speak naked emotions wordless streak racism in poetry at its peek the dark skinned man a morsel of human hate a multicolored freak an insect struggling for survival on a white birds beak
his world of metaphoric dreams they with their hate comments want to raze finger fucking their keys boards as they laze i am astonished at their devilish ways who cares for false footnotes as praise i have no more windmills to chase quixotic. exotic my thoughts as they graze fuck leave me an untouchable in the sacrosanct archive of my mind space some of you who born white revengefully ancestrally hate caste color creed and race living in the guilt of your nostalgic olden days Apartheid your heritage you who kept slaves as prisoners in a cage white mans gift to the black man generations wont assuage this world is a white mans stage Hate filled your Golden Age
I am sometimes left wondering at people who comment on me as a poet, firstly must I appease the White Mans Guilt, must I write to please the Bowens, Cars wells, Foulks, Dee Shaws..Angels of Lunacy Are they the popular voice of Poem Hunter mouse pushers like me.. Why single me out? I write what I feel, I can’t write with your borrowed feelings, your borrowed metaphors, and that you venomously attack me makes you a racist nonetheless and it is about your hate, for a person who in spite of grammar debacles typos, is more widely read than you as a picture and as text all over the cyberspace….check out my home site http: //www.photographerno1.com
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on the martryed grave of the white supremacist racist whore grow flowers of peace yes she is finally laid to rest her racist hatred buried with her on the wet crease wanton weariness of hate filled breeze she was born out of bigotry she had no one to please she serviced all men her body on lease a burnt out cok tease her whiteness corroding her soul filled inherited disease blue blood genetic from English deportees hate racism love poetry she did predecease tears from the dryness of her soul she could not squeeze
when a black man abuses his right unduly with the white race fight this is reverse racism alright an excuse to vindicate himself than he becomes a worst racist than white using his color to dominate his might yes at every stray remark he gets uptight at the end of his dicolored soul a terrorising tunnel he sees no light this is his agony this is his unending plight broken wings ending his poetic flight two wrongs dont make one right
This poem is dedicated to Mr Ray Lucero..without him I dont think I could have seen the world of racism as clearly as I do now.. even the word Reverse Racism.. is his coinage.. in a message to me this evening...
Lord The Sentinel Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 the lord has no time to sleep yes he guards his people as they sleep promises of a better tomorrow he has to keep he is already in trouble neck deep scriptured sorrow words out of context that cause tragedy as they leap what you dont sow how can you reap man the only commodity lives in dirt dirt is expensive man is cheap.
The Old Lady of Chinchpokli sleeps guarded by Sai Baba of Shirdi, sometime back a youngster had driven his car over her leg, she survived, she walks without a limp as though nothing happened to her. Chinchpokli is lane touching Bandra Hill road. update She died recently ... leaving behind her memories and my poem s ...in which she lives..
Will It Ever End Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 This is a little girl child her mother is dead , her father is wheel chair bound and she sells stuff on the road from morning to evening .. she does not got to school and she sells all this outside the Municipal School Wall..
Child labor Girl child Garrulous Tragedy Grave stricken That does not exist We pretend We sanctimonious Spewing venomous saints No we don’t relent A stream choked before It will reach the river bend. Even God is bombed by terrorists In a kingdom he can’t defend
Shaad Again Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 His little eyes Windows to mans soul Like a little tigers Shining embers of coal A part blossoming From a part that it stole There is spectral light At the end of the whole
Shaad Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 Shaad is my maid servants son he has the most mischievous glint and attitude to match, He is a star performer… I shot a few frames I am astounded by his eyes and what I read in them.
He carries his Baggage of woes Breaking his back On his frail toes Responsibilities Futuristic famine Which life ploughs A tree uladen With its own weight bows Shaad …in the courtyard Of his childhood Some maturity shows