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Dont flush me at once

Dont flush me at once
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 This picture was not taken by me..
I dont take credit for for what is not mine
And mine cannot be.
Street Photography in a loo
Is just not me..

Stuck in a land of no return..
The best of me in watery urn
As a Toilet Blogger
I have lot to learn..
And it is from Indians
That the West was won.

And hit by shit on my face
My love war has just begun.
A bald head, hands bejewelled
The Stigma of being
Photographerno1.
And a worms eye view,,
Of the most beautiful posterior
Under the sun.
Dont get mad
Have fun.
Pray to God for motions
and the runs.
And dont , dont flush me
At once.

I never was a Poet you made me One

I never was a Poet you made me One
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 A little speck of dirt lodged in her eye,
She thought she would wipe it away
Before it made her cry.
Enbalmed to her soul
Is my love on a clothesline
Kissing and flapping seductively to dry.
Her body belongs to her beloved
Her spirit mingles with mine.
She is someone elses sun
I live off her sunshine.
I Love you ...Yes I do
And to my harboured thoughts resign.
What is poetry but sweetened prose
Wombless umbilically connected to her online.
I never was a poet you made me one...
Rubbing salt to my wounds
Scars on my Indian back that pine
And bleed tear drops
That taste like Italian Wine.

Eternalized to Despair.

Eternalized to Despair.
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Archived as brutalized bricks in the mansions of her heart.
Contemptuously criticized moments before they fall.
Running streams of tears..hoping for a recall.
moisture less dry, like wrinkles in a shawl.

Silent , silently conceived,unashamed to overhaul.
Eternalized to despair..despaired to eternity all in all.
Dwarfed outrage unenthused wont enthrall.
Leisurely waiting to embrace a deathly pall.

Picture shot by me at the British Residency Lucknow ...the most photogenic and ever compliable model is my hand.

Me Icarus Fallen In Love

Me Icarus Fallen In Love
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 photo courtesy google images

She wears a wantonly sensuous burkha (veil) of delight
She won’t allow her face to be seen in spectered light.

Her curvaceous form is a pleasure to my ‘cataracted’ sight.
Blossoms of her laden fruit a pompous posterior very tight.

And her silken slippery lips like juicy apple bites.
And her blushing brown eyes..Eye lashed to my insight


And she fades away each time I touch her bosom..
Like a baby fawn in fright..
Me a web-footed woozy wobbly dwarf
She my poetically sleeping Snow White.


And this is what love does to me..Internetted.. And wired is my plight..
Pushed by Daedalus me Icarus falling from a great height.

Just once, only once my crushed skull on her bedsite.
I will finally get to sleep ..merged in the darkness of her night.

Unloquacious Locked Door

Unloquacious Locked Door
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 He stands sentinel at her locked door ,
She knows.. sri shakir.. photographerno1
Sri sri jagatguru, pakshgiri sri sri firoze.

Her computer has the runs,, that too she knows
Burning fever rising temperature.. adds to her woes.
And he stupidly follows her wherever she goes.


Pride and vanity the wind that humanly blow.
Radiohumped tuned in to a friend who is not a foe.
A shoot .. wedged into a sapling that cannot grow.


Perhaps in another planet some other time..
She will come up from below.
And open her unloquacious locked door.

And one legged barefoot ,bald, eyes closed photographer
Who accidently fell off a Bollywood fashion store.

Some other time some other place I will tell you some more.
Speech therapy, yogistically I preach to a unloquacious locked door.

This was shot by my wife Mrs Afshaan Shakir at Ghanta Ghar Lucknow

Peace a Venus on the Mound.

Peace a Venus on the Mound.
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Shot and missed by the wife
Unperturbed
Precariously perched on a window sill
Shot by another arrow in the eye
Limping on a leg,
broken wings and cannot fly.
A dove in love
Electrified to internet wires.
To read page cannot be dispayed
To sigh and die.

Or a leopards leap from her heart to the ground.
And an epitaph on his tombstone
Server cannot be found.
Photographerno1.
Unsound.
Death even thy sting
Is not profound.
Prometheus..
In the grave unbound.
Whorling round and round
Peace Pulp Fictioned
A Venus on the Mound.

The Terrible Door by Harold Monro

The Terrible Door by Harold Monro
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 The Terrible Door
Too long outside your door I shivered
You open it I will not stay.
I am haunted by your ashen beauty.
Take back your hand I have gone away.

Dont talk but move to the near corner.
I loathe the long cold shadow here.
We will stand in a moment in the lamplight,
Until I watch you hard and near.

Happy release! Goodbye forever!
Here at the corner we say good bye.
But if you want me , if you do need me,
Who waits at the terrible door but I.

by Harold Monro....


Sometimes I feel amazed...
she has the key
I am locked inside..
She is the one to whom I confide
Her I seek and from her I hide.
Peace to a Peaceful man
undenied
poetry to a photographer
as pictures cried
on the emulsion of his soul
burnt dodged bromide..

On The Wings Of Angels

On The Wings Of Angels
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Date: 09/28/2005 Time: 04:28 AM Visits: 75
ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS

I AM LIKE JESUS,
CARRYING A CRUCIFIX
OF NO1... A HEAVY SUFF-IX
WHO SAYS NATURE AND MYSTICISM CANT MIX
THIS IS THE HUMAN PHOTOGRAPHERNO1
WITH HIS PHOTOGRAPHIC TRICKS...
ON BUZZNET MET ALL YOU BOYS
NOW WAITING FOR THE CHICKS
HAD ENOUGH OF YOU GUYS,,
THOSE SUFI PRICKS...
A SWORD,, THAT LIMPID TONGUE DO LICKS.
A WALL BUILT ON IMAGES INSTEAD OF BRICK S

I learnt shooting seagulls with Prof BW Jatkar one of my photo gurus , we would take a steamer from Bhaucha Dhakka , thhough shooting is prohibited on the seas , we would convince the boat guys we were bird lovers, we carried Ghatia for these Australian migrants , they just loved it..I would lie sprawld on the deck shooting against light right into the soul of the seagull.
Prof Jatkar met with an accident so this outing now remains as a memory through this picture..
Prof Jatkar is known as Black and White Jatkar the b…

The Third Eye Of Shiva

The Third Eye Of Shiva
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 My Third Eye Gift of Shiva.
A lamp that lights her ,My Diva.

Outside her door I tremble and shiver.
A heart that reflects the cirrhosis of my liver

A gift returned back to the giver.
I forget not , nor forgive her..


A peaceful calm
Tears enmbalmed.

Me a sailless raft ..
And she my meandering river..

A wet cloth to soothe the droplets
On her parched brow..
She has caught the Indian Fever.
O how I Love a female American beaver.

The dreads were kept sanefully in order, discpline by Lady Diana of the Dreads.
This was the look that suited me best,at Bhendi Bazar the skull caps would go bersek seeing me like this barefeet accompnying a burkha clad lady my humble wife.
I had to chop them as my scalp culd not take the load of the extensions, the tantric beads powered by Lady Dana too, she was after my blood to convert to Shivaism, take Diksha from her Kailash Guru, I would tell her I was already enslaved to Hazrat Ali Guru...quite happ…

I Cant Come Back

I Cant Come Back
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 I can’t come back … you know why.
You are my death I live and die.

I think of you and sit and cry.
A forbidden fruit.. that cant be mine.

A wounded soul that scabs wont dry..
On the landscape of my back belie.

I left your world.. you know why.
It was my way of saying good bye.

When things got hot I would leave Buzznet for the dry unholy pastures of Bloggerspot , she was only a footstep away she me her trembling door ..
Yes I wrote my unlove poems for the Blog Goddess .one day long after I am gone my unborn grandson wont have to ask his parents "Who was the Blog Goddess ?"
He will see it in a Flickr burnished on his own soul.

IN THE SHADE

IN THE SHADE
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Man in the shade
god made...
Overslept
got laid..

SHADOW BOXER

SHADOW BOXER
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Motherfucking son of a bitch, swollen headed syphlittic

ass hole, gonnohoreal good for nothing,

Love words enveloped

As greetings

In the brothel of my brain.

This is my red light cage like gym

Where my fuckedwords go to train.

Cunts smelling of roses cinamon, cardamum

To my claustrophobic cock enchain...

And every slide and every glide,

The pathos and the pain

My slithering tongue in

Her vulva lipped mouth.

My libidinous karma drain.

Cunt heads.. tit heads, why complain

You sanctimonius sacredotal shit heads

Would be the first to fuck her free

In the hallowed hollowed brothel of my brain.



This is dedicated to my Alaskan Fern, who taught me all the fucked words for Free.. ..Indigenous Indians.. when they see me walking barefoot on snow say shaking their heads"O there goes the free fucked word.

Actually American Women on Buzznet thoroughly corrupted me I had stopped bad words , but they pushed me to the edge so Shri Shakir tried to …

CENTRE STAGED COMMENT !

CENTRE STAGED COMMENT !
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Falling in love presumably makes you a poet,not falling in love keeps you an arsehole all your remaining shelf life.
You remain where you are on the staicase without ever reaching a landing of her heart.

These are my earliest poem piggy banked at my homesite
I release them here at flickr to be unread on her heart...
The sea shell the echoes of Om Home Sweet Home..

shot by bw jatkar
Date: 10/23/2005 Time: 07:01 AM Visits: 64

CENTRE STAGED
XRIS KILLED YOU ALL
I WAS OUTRAGED
A BATTLE CENTRESTAGED
HE WAS PAYING HOMAGE

ALPHA"BETTY"ICALLY SENDING US AWAY
HIGHLIT IN AREAS THAT WERENT GREY..
BUT WE WILL LIVE ON BUZZNET AND STAY
XRIS YOU SURELY ARE GOING TO PAY
FOR KILLING ROMANCE..
THATS GOING TO END IN MARRIAGE ‘
ANY WAY.
CSORBA
EVEN YORRIK HAS GONE POETIC PRAY.
RIB STEALER..ON A BENCH
FAR AWAY..

March 28th, 2007

Mostly I commented in poetic form this was a comment on Xris Taylors most popular post at Buzznet the Tinies , he had i…

Dying Standing Hijdas Death

Dying Standing Hijdas Death
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 every single moment
reminded of death
buried alive
standing
she said
worms
crawling up her
soul to be fed
married to arayavan
a goddess
widowed unwed
the charpai a martial bed
he on top
wrestling
depositing
a seed
already dead
no amnioic fluid
no umbilical
cord of silken thread
a gateway trapdoored
instead
stormy emotions
sodom gommorah
dark biblical
clouds overhead.

poem no 714

The Hijdas Flight the Hijdas Tale

The Hijdas Flight the Hijdas Tale
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 This is a quintessential character of a mumbai night life and the words and settings are Bambaiya.. and close to the truth that hides under the petticoat of a a sleazy and steamy darkness of the city or the soul of a transgendered prey and the midnight unwholesome predator.




recreating Gods
pictorial
representation
adding new highlights
toning old shadows
and midtones
resculpting Gods
misapplied orientation
a new hyperlink
cut and paste
a new web page
a nightingales cry
an ungilded cage
abracadabra
a fleet footed
river a new hope
a new beginning
at every stage
a hijdas tale

cruising linking road
city walk signal
khar telephone exchange
frustrated furious
no customers
diwali and idd
a slakish thirst
empty stomach
cant assuage
the hijdas tale

at peela house
another time
another place
alankar cinema
poor mans
anchorage
randi khana
moonh mein lungi
bees rupiya
gand marane ka 50 rupiya
teri jagah
meri jagah
ha…

The Frangible Hijda s Soul

The Frangible Hijda s Soul
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Hijda fraternity
7 gharanas
panch naik guru
part of a
androgynous
committee
some plucky
some ducky
not all lucky
some hardly witty
dancing tunes
songless ditty
vaginal like
asshole to eternity
some sell body parts
pitch forked pity
some precariously pretty
moti katra and ajmer city
some distempered
wrath of a kitty
outdated words
outdated worlds
fast and flitty
some daredevilish gritty
some silly coned valley
outrageously titty
the hijda all colors and hues
monochromatic ..
the Khwajas dome
their Holy City.

poem no 717

Allah Ki Den Gods Gift

Allah Ki Den Gods Gift
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 courtesy
Midday Mumbai June 21 2007
Story by Prawesh Lama
(Nuh Mewat Haryana )
40 year old woman in Mewat district of Hayana gave birth to her 23rd child on Sunday .
The baby was born to Bismillah 40 and Mohammad Ishaq 50 at the nearby Al Afia Government Hospital in the district.
The couple were married in 1976 and since then , Bismillah has given birth to 23 children the latest being a female child who was born on Sunday named Shabira .
“delighted father Mohamed Ishaq said “Yeh toh sab Allah ki den hai agar hamara chaubiswabaccha agle sal hua to who bhi hum Allah ke den samjhenge.”
(All this is Allahs gift ,If we get a 24th child next year we will welcome it too).”
“I find it very difficult to remember their names as they all look the same”. he said

Yeh sab Allah ki den hai
Yes this is Allahs gift
He voraciously fucks his wife
On Allah the blame shift
This is Islamic thought
Distorted short shift
No guide or Muslim lea…

God Made Man Woman Hijda

God Made Man Woman Hijda
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 estranged nipples
seeking fresh air
on a mound
that has gone
through repair
twin peaks
beyond
feminine compare
dare and bare
the eunuchs
sorrow
upltilted
they share
looking towards
heavens
offering a prayer
but god above
caught in a snare
ambushed genesis
what does he care
man and woman
a hijda
and no thought to spare

poem no 719

The Hijda Rules

The Hijda Rules
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 cross gendered mules
ornamental
tools
no family jewels
the hijda rules
one eyed wise men
among
blinded fools
endangered
specie assholes
in transgendered schools
the hijda rules

poem no 720 at poem

Tongue Tied Tongue Lashing

Tongue Tied Tongue Lashing
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 typecasted teasingly
two faced, twofold,
tyrannosaurus tyranny
tell tale tail spinning
traumatic transgender
transvestite trepidations
transsexual transgressions
telepathic temptations
theoretically testicle testifying
truncated testosterone travesty
thereafter tenderized
tightlipped tinder boxed
titular transformed
transfigured transitional tragedy

poem no 723

IIn Pictorial Arms of Poetry

IIn Pictorial Arms of Poetry
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 land lubbered
ominsexual lakshmi
clung to me like
drowning hope
she me entwined
to the end of a rope
I kept my hand on her waist
her lacquered libido
I had no time to grope
laminated lamentations
through the world
of a bollywood bioscope
transgendered trauma
that I could not cope
her posterior landsliding
on a downward slope
she me the rope
my mangal
dashed on the cape
of her horrorscope.

poem no 724

Lakshmi Prima Donna

Lakshmi Prima Donna
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 lakshmi
transgender diva
in black and white
prima donna
we danced all night
sorrow and sadness
we did spite
pearls birthday
oystered invite
the dancing floor
in flames
passions ignite
panoramic sight
open air
chikungunya dengue
malarial fever
love like
a mosquitoe bite
oh what a night
she half woman half man
me in limbo and contrite
she did excite
an alarming
call at midnight
from my housewife
very uptight
all went quite
barefeet left
androgynous
cinderella
pumpkin like
autorickshah
and my flight
my hopes
beneath her feet
my trampled soul
misguide
the dancing floor
a mound
a tombstone
a burial site
my epitaph
incomplete poem
transgendered
hijda
community
will rewrite
on my death anniversary
my testiculr infortitude
my lifes song
eunuch kids will recite.

poem no 725

Mona The Hijda Child and Mother Babita

Mona The Hijda Child and Mother Babita
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 Mona is a hijda child, you can read about her on my site at word press.

Her mother who has adopted her is Hijda Babita.

She won the prize hands down for the Fashion show , the most outstanding attire , and the best ramp model, Najafgarhs Own No 1 .
And the happpiest person rushing up on stage to take her picture was her adopted child Mona..
And it was a very touching moment indeed.
It was Babita much deserved victory.

The Hijda Cladrags Beauty Contest

The Hijda Cladrags Beauty Contest
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1 greater than a gladrags Mrs India beauty contest
greater than gladrags manhunt and mega model contest
maureen wadia married beauties beer packed brawls in her nest
but she has not seen the hijdas ..walkin the ramp
the best of the very best ..All India Hijda Sammelan what a Fest
sohel, priya hijda from singapore, babita , muskan, simrin ,kajal
bosom heaving some with padded chest ..
transgenders beautifully a few skimpily dressed
the Hijda crown they wanted to wrest
the prize money in sex change operation invest
their story through this blog Word Pressed
aesthetically , poetically ,pictorially expressed
their world androgynously amorphous manifest
a Hijda Djinn that has me possessed
a Blog Goddess in her heart
me a cybernetic paying guest
more about her on request
laxmi narayan tripathi s hijdaeroticness
has certainly made progress
explicit permission with which
my unclothed thumb fucked
multi colored ass
by lady journalist…