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.