Firoze Shakir Poet - Frozen Time: 09/25/07

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Day Dreams of a Runaway Boy

Day Dreams of a Runaway Boy
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they run away
from home
these little boys
come to mumbai
in a mans world
leaving behind
a world of toys
to make it big
dreams bigger than
their tiny frames
sleep unfamiliar
on carter road parapet
empty stomach
hunger to deploy
a pathos of a pisspot
either you float
or drown..
time a killjoy
land ahoy
become a boy
serving tea
shoe shine boy
or massaging
mans libido
in his domestic employ
or a producer of films
work as his houseboy
still wanting to become
sharoukh khan
a hope burning
that fate must not destroy
the salty sea breeze
smell of a uric ocean enjoy
writing his homework
on the palm of his hands
life as a school
the runaway school boy..

Adil My Neighbors Son

Adil My Neighbors Son
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is older than me
his age belittles
his downsized frame
he has wisdom
challenging me
each time that
is never the same
he calls me firoze shakir
a dust to dust becomes
my bollywoods most wanted name
so much for celebrity status and illbegotten fame
his talk is not childish banter
but words that my own 52 years defame
he stands much taller than me ..
i stunted ..limpishly loudspeakerd but lame
a father the son of a child became

A Poets Pain

A Poets Pain
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Dark circles under her eyes
Truth hidden behind
the beatings
the battering
carefully camouflaged
by cosmetic layers
of marital lies
the ongoing pain
the haunted future
children
those solitary
soul piercing cries
night after night
booze filled breath
violated sighs
mornings he repents
pleads begs forgiveness
come the night
welts bruises
more beatings
choked fear
at the door
the children’s sobs
turned into taps
bursting out cries
beyond darkness
another layer of
darkness lies
the color of blood stained
crimson in the skies
each sob
something within dies
woman a reservoir
born in pain ..
filled with pain
enwombed pain
loves her pain
pain her pain
mortality
in disguise
for each moment
suffered she pays
a heavy price
succumbs each time
she spots a new sunrise
this anguish she defies
dark circles
within
her karmic kaleidoscope
dharmic destruction
a medicine wheel
that goes anti clock wise
juxtaposed ..injustice
in a godliness
that even god denies

the woman i call a blog goddess

the woman i call a blog goddess
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get electrocuted
suited unbooted
this house
of a hardened heart
cannot be looted

i dont love you
dangerous
demented dude
she said
i grow thorns i dont
want a bleeding rose on my bed
this from a woman emotionally well fed
cultured and well read
a library of retorts her swollen head
she pretends studies men like guinea pigs
to include them in her novel lovers half dead
who she knows they will love her even if wed..
or partially married..
even gays want a bit of her
as foreplay ..instead ..
she is hot sizzling ..a human form
pouted lips of death..
the irony of being pur sue d
buzznets bold and beautiful
the woman i call a blog goddess

Carter Road Promenade Walk Dont Shit

Carter Road Promenade Walk Dont Shit
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the titanic arrow headed
time consuming cock
looking at shitting
asses it mocks
clothes dried in public
it takes stock
bandra residents association
no brains just empty headed talks
little childrens garden..
toilet for joggers and walkers and kids
under locks
unbuilt
as one holding his urine
before it drips dry walks
rolex watches
designer brown
choclate flavored bums
shitting on the rocks
some embarassed
shitting
hiding it in their socks
the agony of those
wearing
shalwar kameez
sarees and frocks
kaun hagega crorepati
lock kiya jaye..
a new show
a new con
unlocks

this poem is pedestrian crude as is the attitude of those who don’t know how to administer basic relief at the carter road promenade.. and it should be taken over by a result oriented organization

a thought

a thought
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thoughtlessness
of a thought
within
a thought
pictorially
tweaked
in another thought
got caught
let it go unthought
again it got caught
thoughtlessly unthought
with the other thought
this thought fought
demanding why it got caught
the thought dumbfounded naught
thoughtlessly taught by thoughtless school teachers
second hand thoughts at a bargain were bought
decided come what may next time they will never be caught
highly sought thoughtlessly fucked thoughts
thoughts thoughtful on mans s consciousness will blot