Saturday, June 9, 2007
I dont know what is in store
no light at the end of this tunnel
no ray of hope in this corridor
a hymeaneal hypocrisy
that I endure
loneliness is a terriblebear hug ..water flowingfrom a broken jugseminal stains on a ruga crucifix on the backas a hump of despairthat i lugreliving emotionsrecycled painof a photographerof a poetof a bloggershe once baptisedshia thugfalling in lovewith an american womanwas never a wonder drugshe who hatesbollywoods most wanted mug
Man made woman he rested.
But when God made American Woman neither God nor Man has rested.
for the American loves to hate whom she loves more a thought undetested , swimming the shark infested waers of life untested.
The American woman calls me a Shia Thug..
The Indian man who hates me falling in love with a Blog Goddess calls me Shia Pandit, therby saffronising the soul of my pictorial poetry..
Being married does not mean you cannot fall in Love..falling out of love is the beginning of the family lawyer, the divorce the alimony ...Some marriages take place in Heaven some were nuptialised in Hell...
Falling in love not getting married saves you from divorce..live in is the best way of living out.
I am married , I am always in love , as a poet you need to be in love hate does not beget Poems... only more Hate.
I think the only was to save Humanity , is to give a seconds thought to Polyandry..let the wife pay the role of Man...
I will leave this with a blank... I dont intend to fill .
Being bald is looking and feeling beautiful.I know guys with receeding hairlines, baldness covering up
their sparseness hirsute scarcity, with horrendous wigs, it looks all the more
awful, why not just go bald.Idid , but honestly I hate the bald look on me.I
grew dreads , but there is a tale attached to my dreads, my dreads were kept in
good form by Lady Diana of the dreads , she was a Wiccan, gone Tantrik under her
Kailash Baba from Jodhpur.Diana is famous in Goa and in Pushkar too , she is
strictly by appointment.. she is Bollywood's celebrity cult figure.My wife practices aromatherapy, she made a hair growing brew, expensive
one, but hair is guaranteed in a weeks time. It grows grass on a bald head.She
sells it to close friends, though a little bottle takes time to make as the
ingredients have to be dried in the sun, so its tough in the rains..no supply
just demand.Its all about green thumb, she has it , it works.She tried it on
heself, her hair was falling, diminishing, not anymore...
This was shot by a friend, photographer Umesh Salgaonkar at his studio, five years back, we were students of Mr Shreekanth Malushte, but Umesh a graphic artist was light years ahead of me in photography.I learnt much from him too, he has two studios one in Andheri the other in Dadar.
This picture was sent to me by my neigbour Mr PC Chandra in my Gmail, amazing masterpiece of a picture , I place it here also as header on my blogspot site as a tribute to the photographer who shot it, I take my hats off to him, this is the ultimate street photography..this is accolades to the author of this picture.
I have never seen such brilliance, such timed shot...even if it is an ad its just outstanding gets my nod all over again..
It teaches preaches humilty in a pictorial thought.
Take your Camera go out on the streets Just Do It..!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banake Yeh Haseen Tajmahal Ham Gareebon Ki Mohabbat Ka Udaya Hai Mazak.. , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Fli...