What You Buy Someone Else Will Sell

What You Buy Someone Else Will Sell, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

He is guy who is known as the Bhangar guy , he buys your junk..a lot of stuff that you bought , and now you are dead and gone , is being sold by your relatives or next of kin..

Life is about space , you lost out on your space , someone else has occupied it , your photography books , your classics, all your artifacts that you collected from the flea market ever Friday is now going back from where it came.


Chor Bazar the quintessential flea market is a market of lost illusions , is a market of lost memories , what you bargained for once belonged to a connoisseur of Art , once he broke the link with the world his stuff to was left orphaned , it had to go , it was bad karma , negative energy.

I shot bad karma on sale at the flea market Chor Bazar..

When I shifted my shop that housed all my antiques over 225 old cameras , books etc I , very much alive sold it all for peanuts as there was no space in the new shop, wife did not want a single item at home as there is already quite a bit , I gave in..without regrets.

Now its a sad moment god forbid when you sell of your most prized possessions in a distress sale, it hurts rips your guts but such is life..it cares for no one but itself..

A 5.30 am I am poetizing the memory of a pain we all go through one time or the other..yes this a sad tribute to those moments I spent at Chor Bazar..

I bought back a house full of memories I sold out too.


what you buy
you will leave behind
when you die
once you are
safely buried
your stuff
will be sold
to the bhangarwala
not a tear
or a cry
fuck
not even
a good bye
as you
masturbate
your sorrow
in the grave
where you lie
for a day or two
they will come
light a few candles
talk about
you your cosmic poems
your blogs
while you
hear them
disgusted
shuteye
the woman you loved
who left you for another man
will come to your grave with a wet hanky
pretentiously sigh
although you are completely deleted
by her fucked consciousness
she has a more heavenly
much better endowed stand by
you the barefeet cosmic poet
of mumbai
who did not sell your poems
or your pictures
they are safe on the internet
people at least read them see them
as they browse and pass by
you were slightly fucked in the head
churning poem after poem
but you were not a bad guy
RIP
cosmic poet
you are fucking virgins
they are still wallowing
in a pig sty
giving head to hijras
at a sleazy lodge nearby

updated
29 March 2010
dedicated to anthony posey from new orleans
desposyni..