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The Girl Child And Hope

The Girl Child And Hope, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,633 items / 1,044,203 views

She saw me shooting the beggars in this narrow winding lane she came up to me and said Uncle why dont you take my picture too..so as a contrast to the woeful surrounding around her she was like a rose of hope in sunshine with some rain.

I shot her picture and I dont think before I shoot I hate wasting time no composition no rules street photography is about breaking flouting rules to show you the true face of humanity as it sells its pain like a commodity on the roads.

Some throw a coin move ahead , some just move ahead dont throw coins, they detest beggars and some tell me quite emphatically Muslim beggars are disgrace to Muslim society.. of course they dont say that Muslim society has beggars running around asking for fat donations to build a new mosque or madrsa.

Anyway this post is about the little child and hope and I will take a U turn forget about the beggars that form th…

The Muslim Ethos Lives In a Ghetto of Despair

The Muslim Ethos Lives In a Ghetto of Despair, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,632 items / 1,043,654 views

the rich muslims
live in mansions
opulent hi rise towers
grandeur wealth
grand affair
the muslim poor
the muslism ethos
lives in a ghetto
of despair caught
strangulated
in a vicious
grip of a snare
doomed destiny
a tragedy
beyond compare
our leader
god bless
their souls
play the violin
as they are
busy
becoming
politicians netas
clinging
to their party
chairs
the mullah
god bless
their souls too
are happy
building
more mosques
more madrasas
for the widow
the orphan
the destitute
no one has
time to spare
luckily we here
in Mumbai
are Muslims
our sectarian
fangs
we do not bare
be it the riots
the serial blast
we get hit
collectively
as muslims
no shia
no sunni
no tabbliki
no whabbi
our houses
our business
burnt destroyed
everywhere
but we are
Indians
resilient
we silently
offer a prayer
for peace
brotherhood
mutual coexistence
tolerance
even
when
life is unfair

The Silhouette of Muslim Womanhood

The Silhouette of Muslim Womanhood, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,631 items / 1,043,431 views

the silhouette of her soul
the silhouette of muslim
womanhood as whole
within the silhouette
of the hijab lies
her tradition
her ancestry
her goal
a garment
of modesty
her life under
her control
a piece of cloth
of her virtuosity
a fabric colored
blackish coal

The Race Of Life Never Ends

The Race Of Life Never Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,629 items / 1,043,424 views

a cycle
of motion
within a cycle
of emotion
birth the beginning
death the final solution
some call it evolution
humanity
on the soul of a revolution
man a drop in an ocean

to

Tysa Konstacja

The Quintessential Unessential School Bag

The Quintessential Unessential School Bag, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,627 items / 1,043,410 views

the brain
of a child
is a school bag
where
knowledge
wisdom
he stores
a fact
only our
fucked
education
system
does not know
kilos of books
weighing a ton
a punishment
he undergoes
humped
back bent
he is an old man
in childhood throes
my own childhood
the weight
of my school bag
in a frame
of a picture
i froze
my children
carried it too
my grand daughter
marziya carries
it now
this is karmic
pain
from one
generation
into the next
generation
it flows
right
under
the teachers nose
no one to oppose

The Hijab A Dress Code Overblown

The Hijab A Dress Code Overblown, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,626 items / 1,043,396 views

Randy Der so much bullshit about a womens choice of clothing...its more fear mongering from the west to the east..

as a liberal modern day living muslim
i feel the hijab a dress code overblown
the muslim woman wears the hijab
its the western world that takes offense
loves to groan and moan
perhaps they are scared it might
become a fashion statement
their women would love to own
fully covered from head to toe
within the silhouette of the hijab
a woman not alone this
could be the only reason
why they want to criminalize it
burn it ban it bury it
beneath a tombstone
the hijab a fury of their
fear psychosis hits
them like a cyclone
bad governance
economic problems
unemployment
on the back burner
its the hijab
for their own sins
they want it to atone
the hijab the only garment
they are far too scared to clone
the hijab the muslim womans
safety zone spiritual enlightenment
not …

I am a Defunct Poet Of Mumbai

I am a Defunct Poet Of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,623 items / 1,043,377 views

born each morning
on the internet
at the stroke
of midnight
i die
the defunct poet
of mumbai
cobbled up
words
stitched
repaired
boot polished
i wont deny
the cobbler
poet of mumbai
the same words
over and over again
in the same oil
i fry
a cooked up poem
a burnt out passion
to the masses
i supply
i am a caterer
poet of mumbai
the same thread
of words
the same weft
warp of a fabric
as a poem
i restitch
repair
color and dye
i am a tailor
made poet
of mumbai

whether
posterity
will read me
ignore me
its their prerogative
their choice
but in the tear
of a beggar
through 'a picture
i carried
their voice
i gave dignity
to the hijra
from bad to verse
i had
no choice
through a picture
of their angst
i showed
you the world
of the lady boys
poetic pathos
agony anguish
hobsons choice

Wandering In The City of Pain

Wandering In The City of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,622 items / 1,043,033 views

her pain
was greater than mine
though to her pain
she was resigned
i read through a sign
a thought interpreted
now poetic online
my pain her pain
intertwined
anguish pathos
poetry combined
the creator created
bad times designed
the curse of mankind
blindfolded
eyes open blind
on the soul
of humanity
maligned

A Cry of Anguish

A Cry of Anguish, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,621 items / 1,043,032 views

a cry
of anguish
searching for hope
his final death wish
as he begs for a living
a borrowed life not his

The Ultimate Poetry of Pain

The Ultimate Poetry of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,620 items / 1,043,007 views

what if
i placed you
where she sits
your palm
stretched out
a few coins
on your fate
they spit
darkness
that human pain
has lit
now get up
in the role
of a beggar
you do not fit
such is pain
misbegotten
giving
birth
in a pit
remorse
despair
siblings
closely knit
god created it
but as a poet
through a
picture
her pain
i tried to edit
she said
sir pain
the only commodity
in great supply
now why should
you buy it
i shot
a moment
in time
eventually
i got hit

Excavating A Dead Poets Grave

Excavating A Dead Poets Grave, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,618 items / 1,042,892 views

he was a road bound
gutter bred poet
he wrote pictorially
poems on the internet
he had not been published
in paper back or hardbound
no coffee book yet
he died a violent death
he came under
a hand cart
they hastily
buried him
in an open gutter
almost missing
the communal toilet
bevda municipal grave diggers
are now searching
for his grave to pay
him tribute
for all he gave free
his blood poetry and sweat
marc zuckerburg
has offered a suitable
reward for leaking
his profile with regret
a facebook poet of mumbai
no hijab no jesus poetry
no hijra poetry
just a faint line
his spiritual
silhouette
at flickr
at twitter
he came
he saw
he went
forever
in the reader
the viewers debt
a room with a view
to let my last will
my poetic testament

to my dear friend rajiv soni for his support he was in mumbai yesterday but we never met , rajiv was busy interviewing a bollywood poetess

Dont Touch Me

Dont Touch Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,617 items / 1,042,880 views

lasciviously
seductively
aggressively
she lay on the bed
drawing claw like
nails dont
touch me she said
slithering sensuality
turning her face red
she a hot
blooded pathan
nubile nebulously
nocturnal her look
tore me to shred
but when I switched
on the light
I almost dropped dead
she was a transvestite
a tail you have read
through my earlier poems
now continued ahead
I told her in no easy
terms it was not possible
for me to get wed
from her boudoir
like a bird in flight
in oxymoron haste
I fled and caught
up with my friends
at cafe Leopold
joel posey roland
good old fred
I told them my
disastrous
aborted
love story
bullet holes
on my ass
bullet holes
overhead


the transvestites tale continues the beauty from across the border i had one night met on the internet a one night stand more body less head ...a Barmecides feast minus the spread

Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine

Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine


135,616 items / 1,042,795 views

we can be good
we can be rich
we can be kind
we can be charitable
hospitable divine
but it is all water
over a ducks ass
if we cant be human
we lose peace of mind
humility
the soul of mankind
god given eyes
but to pain
of others we are blind
we show we help
others pretentious
ostentatious
a thought
that slips our mind
so god created
salman khan
with human flaws
within his soul
the love
of humanity
he defined
BE HUMAN
embossed
underlined
salman told
the blind beggar
you lead
I follow
from behind
our paths
through
our collective
strength
combined


To
Salman Khan
in gratitude and humility


ps

All the pictures of Salman Khan I shot from posters at Mr Boney Kapoors office , when I went to see Mr Vinod Talwar my dear friend..

I pay salute to the original photographer who shot this I have merely reproduced the original and tweaked it with a poetic thought.

Shooting Pain On The Streets

Shooting Pain On The Streets, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,615 items / 1,042,487 views


who is he
what is his
life story
you nor i will
ever know
pain is a cactus
that needs only
pain to grow
living at other
peoples door
older than
the story
of man
is pain
as it clings
like a body sore
killing him softly softly
he cant even say no more
pain the only commodity
you get it free as you
hit the floor pain
a whimper and a roar
pain a painful musical score
in a picture or in real life
pain relived as before

In Defense of the Hijab

In Defense of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,614 items / 1,042,362 views

My late mother Shamim Shakir wore the chador .

My maternal grand mother Nazmi Begum widow of Daroga Nabban Saab wore the burkha.My maternal grandmother hardly left her house at Pata Nala Lucknow .Her husband Daroga Nabban Saab was related to poet Mir Anis and was himself a poet too
My grand mother was his second wife.


My paternal grand mother Khurshed Baji was a Shia Momin she married a Sunni wealthy vinegar merchant who not only left his house and his wealth but became a Shia too.
We are offshoots of his Faith in Humanity we call it Shiasm.
My paternal grand mother was from Vazir Ganj and remained unmarried when her husband predeceased her His name was Bashir Hussain.
My grand mother wore the burkha.
Her companion Chanda Begum wore the chador.

My daughter in laws wear the burkha my wife wears the Chador and the Hijab sometimes she wears the fully covered hijab too I have to shoot her …

Go Take A Hike

Go Take A Hike, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,613 items / 1,042,351 views

a muslim woman
wears a dress
silhouette
of the hijab
perhaps
you dont like
my reply to you
go take a hike
she need not
dress like you
your atrocious
revealing dress sense
her soul does not strike
wearing the hijab
the muslim womans
collective ethos
a universality
a solidarity
of her womanhood
to look alike

Wading Through Memories Of The Past

Wading Through Memories Of The Past, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,612 items / 1,042,311 views

cloudy hopes
overcast
wading
through
the memories
of the past
billowing winds
a paper boat
without a mast
as it flows
into the gutters
of despair
the die is cast
best friends
all gone away
reminiscing
the soul
of solitude
long last
darkness
at dawn
subtlety
contrast
only time
the soul
of humanity
will outlast
only your
grave
your corner stone
will give evidence
of your wealth
you had greedily
amassed
into another mans
hands
they have passed
even the worms
that are eating
your flesh and bones
treat you
like an outcast
when you
lived the music
revelry good times
the blast
you have now
come to terms
with your
'true self at last
within the soul
of a wet soggy
dirtyshroud
aghast

Mumbai Rains

Mumbai Rains, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,611 items / 1,042,056 views

The Arabs Middle Eastern folks were the first foreigners in modern times who discovered the Mumbai rains , for us Mumbaikars we are Mumbaikars now earlier we were Bombayites , it did not matter much we were quite used to the vagaries of monsoonal showers in our city.

The Arabs who stayed at the seedy lodges Grants building Kamla Mansions at Arthur Bunder Road loved the rains the buggy rides and once they got tired humping the local whores at Slip Disc it was the rains that caught their fancy.

They made love to the rains drenched to the bones eating Bhutta Seng channa hounded by a colorful crowd at Gateway of India, the snake and mongoose performer, the roadside photowallah, the quintessential Mereweather road pimp , who stood outside the Salvation army Hostel he supplied drugs too and was part time money changer we jovially called Abdul Kanya.

The Arabs were misers and you cant blame them th…

Did You Let My Blogs Out?

Did You Let My Blogs Out?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,610 items / 1,041,999 views

The only place in Bandra visited by people of all caste color or community is this service road which touches one end of Bazar road to another road of Bazar Road , and the poor mans Jesus lives here on a gutter without complaining without making a hue and cry..

Most of the time the gutter that houses the collective shit of humanity overflows , but Jesus carries on with a faint smile on his lips as I narrate his worldly woes.


I shoot the overflowing gutters because as a human being it hurts me seeing this apathy , this laid back attitude of people concerned.

But now let me tell you there has been a change recently , the gutter the one in front of Jesus feet has been regularly cleaned and a new concrete cover replaced , the old one was stolen by some drug addicts called gardulas in our colloquial lingo.


I pass this way nowadays instead of the slum path I took to go to my workplace …

Why Jesus Came To India

Why Jesus Came To India, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,609 items / 1,041,962 views

jesus
was sick and tired
of the western way
so he traveled
through the himalayas
through the ganges
made his home
here to stay
he liked india
the indian ethos
in every way
the people here
hospitable
charitable
kind human
tolerant
not astray
jesus in
india
is not
the jesus
hung as statue
in a church
they say
he is on the streets
barefeet
giving succor
to people
heals
makes them ok
jesus is a spirit
of humanity
in india
beyond
caste
color or creed
to whichever
god you may pray
here in my
picture
jesus is talking
to the common man
no he is not sachin tichkule
listening to his pain
as they pass his way
jesus loves children
but not in the same way
by cassocked men
in a lustful way
destroying his name
his preachings
his mission
on a rock
he built
on hope
rough winds
have blown away
jesus is mother theresa
who passed away
jesus is a helping hand
at the end of the day
jesus is love
brotherhood…

A Poets Pain

A Poets Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,608 items / 1,041,271 views

i sleep
i wake up
with the
silhouette
of a dagger
on my throat
a poet
in the garb
of a sacrificial goat
to smote
finally when
the hour comes
will be remembered
for the losing
battle
he fought
in a world
of the bank note
a poets life
a sorrow bound
to a lyrical
lost note
pain
he memorized
it by rote
holding
to a blog
a straw
helplessly
kept him
afloat

Humanity On The Soul of Salman

Humanity On The Soul of Salman, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,606 items / 1,041,217 views

feeling the pain
of the poor
the needy
the helpless
the homeless
humanity
on the soul
of salman
be human
showing light
to the blind man
lodged in the
heart of a galaxy
son of salma
salim khan
he gives
he gives
as
much as he can
sweeping away a
tear from
the crying
eyes of a man
women children
pray for him
a long life
early marriage
innumerable kids
no family plan
his children
their children
in a crooked world
their savior
a straight man
watching
the promo
of dabbang
with arbaz sohail
in his vanity van

Racism On The Soul of The Hijab

Racism On The Soul of The Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
135,604 items / 1,041,182 views


Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd. ~
Bertrand Russel

~ Racism does not limit itself to biology or economics or psychology or metaphysics; it attacks along many fronts and in many forms, deploying whatever is at hand, and even what is not, inventing when the need arises. ~ Albert Memm



~ Be nice to whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity. ~
Desmond Tutu



~ Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason. ~
Abraham J. Heschel


the white man
the white governments
hate the hijab
for reasons
they wrongly toe
attacks on the hijab
is nothing
but racism
on the soul of Islam
as it grows
making the hijab
a mass weapon
of destruction
its no 1 foe
says the bigot
burn it
bury it
but dont let
it resurrect itself
after a death blow
but for…

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,603 items / 1,041,170 views


The Silhouette of Of Pain on the Soul of the Hijab


It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong
Voltaire

a nuns habit
a priests cassock
are not religious symbols
the holy popes vestments
by god they were ordained
on rock of hope sartorially
remained its a different
matter altogether
to the church
they were chained
its only when the
peaceful muslim
woman wears the hijab
the entire white world
is pained racism
in reality on the soul
of humanity
ingrained
french philosophy
by Sarkozy explained

Once Upon a Time On A Rainy Day

Once Upon a Time On A Rainy Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,602 items / 1,041,155 views

the poet
anxiously
waits for his muse
hoping against hope
she will pass his way
her baby elephant walk
her peacock like sway
umbrella in hand
on a wet muddy day
dark side of the moon
clouds turning gray
a game of hide and seek
on your heart she plays
ponderously provocative
is his muse they say
but beauty lies
in the eyes of a poet
on his soul she displays
reflecting her crowning glory
in a world of decay
falling in love
is a golden moment
you clasp closefisted
from your hand to another
hand it does not fly away
a wet bunch of roses
blushing with excitement
in a roundabout way
till you spot her
holding the hands
of another man
may sound cliche
she was too good for you
she threw you away
like a bunch of red roses
your love washed away

The Only BE HUMAN Khan

The Only BE HUMAN Khan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Roland W. Luthi “The hands that help do more good than the lips that pray”

The same could be said of Salman Khan

Hunger Strikes

Hunger Strikes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,600 items / 1,040,426 views


ungliyan chat chat kar
handi khurach khurach kar
handi ganji ho jayegi
zindagi yunhi guzar jayegi

hateli par batore
hue ansu
dam todne se pehle
kuch bhuli bisri
yadein dikhaenge
ham jahan the
wahin reh jayenge

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,599 items / 1,040,420 views

piety
humanity
spirituality
hope
in the
silhouette
of the hijab
a tradition
culture
the core
essence
purpose
life within
the life
of the hijab
paying
tribute
to modesty
within
the folds
of a garb

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,598 items / 1,040,403 views

under the shadow
of male dominated
mullah powered
society lies the
story
of the hijab
a silhouette
of Allah's
protection
in the folds
of a garb

the jehad
for the uplift
of Muslim woman
has not yet begun
Bhai Sahab
education along
with her religious studies
computer savvy
making her self sufficient
self dependent
remains just a Khaab
instead of harping
on issues irrelevant
Muslim society
ignores
the woman in the Niqab
more fatwas
male domineering
make her life
impossible and Kharab

Searching For Love In My Inbox Amitié et Sincérité

Searching For Love In My Inbox Amitié et Sincérité, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,597 items / 1,040,388 views

I received mail from a female French speaking person of Canadian origiin or African origin I am not sure irrespective of the borders created by man our origins are as minimalistically animalistic as those of her hairy crotch scratching forefathers from the jungles..


I will now post her message to share my new friend with all of you I wont share her e mail address of course..

Bonjour à vous,

Vous n’êtes pas sans savoir que le net est le meilleur outil de correspondance et surtout un moyen très efficace de se faire des ami (e) s. Si aujourd’hui mon message parvient dans votre boîte email c’est parce que j’aimerais de tout cœur lier une amitié avec vous.

Je sais que vous vous demandez comment j’ai eu votre adresse email. C’est en écrivant juste un pays sur le site Google.fr que votre email m’est parvenu. L’amitié est la seule chose qui ne cesse de lier les…

The Poor Mans Batawada Some Stray Thoughts

The Poor Mans Batawada Some Stray Thoughts, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,596 items / 1,040,375 views

Sitting on the streets mother and child are having their morning meal, batata wada pav.. and the little one is really hungry I took two hurried shots so as not to disturb the privacy of a poetic moment that I normally shoot without rhyme or reason.

This guy who sells batata wadas does good business actually all the guys selling foodstuff do good business on this stretch this is the road opposite Bhabha Municipal Hospital touching Water field Road on one end and Hill Road on the other end.


Now let me tell those of my foreign friends who have not visited Mumbai even those who see me in their dreams from time to time ..Waterfield Road has no water no field and Hill road has no hill unless you spot a few loud hijras carrying hillocks on their chest.


Next to this place where the lady sits is a huge gargantuan tree I call the Fat Lady of Hill Road people sit and eat …

The Color of Life Pain Revisited

The Color of Life Pain Revisited, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,594 items / 1,040,338 views

The color of life is not red , it is green, almost the soothing green of green chutney.I shot this without rhyme or reason initially .

When you buy batata wada the staple diet of a man in the hurry on the street on the pav or loaf the chutney is soaked to make the batawada more appetizing,for those who are hardcore unaware of the aesthetics and the poetry of life , who dont like soothing green chutney, he offers you spicy ghati masala red chilly powder and salt..

And this guy sells his stuff close to Marziyas school, the poor the needy the ricksa drivers buy all this from him..he was surprised when I took this shot I was surprised too but sometimes we shoot pictures for kicks and one thing leads to another.

Prose is poetry only the juggler reads it as such, my poets life has taken far too many knocks , I am an earthen pot soaking with my own sweat mixed with a rivulet …

The No1 Human Khan of Bollywood

You Dont Shoot A Poem With A Camera Or Do You

You Dont Shoot A Poem With A Camera Or Do You, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,586 items / 1,039,509 views

Invariably when you buy a camera you shoot pictures , you capture memories moments you stamp on the soul of your photo album.

And most of the photographers truly believe a high end camera shoots high end pictures.

I never was a photographer or remotely connected with poetry..I rarely wrote the blog changed all that kilos of words recycled as pain of the poetry of my life.

When I shot this lady sitting waiting for a bus to take her home , it looked a very simple cut out of a picture there was no poem or anesthetics at play..

I shot her with my camera obviously but a part of my unconscious mind had poetized her much in advance and I tweaked her soul robbing her dry of color..

And now I shall again add the color of words , I have tiill now not decided what I will write I never do it happens in my minds auto mode..

its getting dark
the lights are
getting dimmer
but …

Have Wheels Will Travel

Have Wheels Will Travel, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,567 items / 1,038,985 views

he says
but looks
the other way
his mother
seeing his pain
turns her eyes away
tears that fall from the
slits of her hijab
on her soul
they stay
the silhouette
of the hijab
has a price to pay
hiding her face
hiding her shame
she begs or a living
what more can I say
i am a poet an earthen pot
of mud caught
in word play
if marziya
had not
shown me
her pain
i would
have not
noticed her
our paths
wouldn't
have crossed
this way


a poem a picture
in a deathly embrace
in every way
trial and tribulations
on the soul of humanity
searching for a prayer

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,567 items / 1,038,985 views

happiness
has its home in the
mothers eyes
searching for hope
her soul cries
a crippled son
on a wheel chair
as she begs
to stay alive
to society
she pays
a price
seeing
marziya
give
her son
money
she smiles
momentarily
for a short
moment stolen
from eternity
her pain dies


she is the mother of the crippled boy on the wheel chair


to nitin sharma from my birth place lucknow

The Poor Mans Cuisine

The Poor Mans Cuisine, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,554 items / 1,038,882 views

green hot chillies
is the poor mans meal
cooked on a kerosene
stove no big deal
he cant afford
asparagus
avocados
the rich mans meal
the long winding
line for kerosene
burning sorrow
burning feet
his life
like a slithering
eel
the pain of living
as prices sky rocket
now you know
how he feels
his pain reveal
governments come
make a quick buck
go his pain
wont heal
a system
that sucks
his soul
it steals
in a grinding
pain round
round he goes
round a karmic
wheel made
of plastic
not of steel
the only time
he is respected
when
they come with
folded hands
for his vote
his fucked fate
is sealed
another 5 years
another spiked heel
on his trampled
sorrow another
fucked deal

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,562 items / 1,038,978 views

Marziya Shakir street photographer who shoots eternity without a camera .

Age 2 and a Half Year Old

The Silhouette Of A Hijab

The Silhouette Of A Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,555 items / 1,038,936 views

on the soul of humanity
you cannot escape
a garment of modesty
you cannot ape
it hides all
but reveals
the spiritual
sanctity
of a muslim woman
in a hooded cape
the life of the woman
it shapes
made of cotton
made of crepe
has you confused
has you agape
the silhouette
of the hijab
beauty
of a culture
tradition
values
within a drape

The Wall Of My Woes

The Wall Of My Woes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,552 items / 1,038,752 views

for the first time
in my poets life
I am bogged
from all sides
blow after blow
my pain
I hide
living life
is suicide
dying
every morning
every night
waking up
with a fuzzy feeling
of fruitlessness
my time I bide
within the kernel
of my pain
with my
inner self
I collide
sometimes up
sometimes
down the drain
I slide
I am all locked
up from within
outside
a click
of a mouse
some solace
provide
a saint
a devil
in my hell
reside
a toss of a coin
the outcome
I cant
decide
I lose
both ways
my fucked fate
pushed aside
living but also
dead side by side
says the page
of my pathos
server
cannot
be found
accessed
denied
a talkative poem
now tongue tied

The Jain Muni

The Jain Muni, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,551 items / 1,038,367 views

barefeet
he walks
mouth covered
he rarely talks
silence
the soul
of spirituality
braving
storms
heat humidity
pain hardship
melting
the soul of rocks
the jain muni
apostle of peace
brotherhood
humanity
the soul
of my camera
stalks

I am human beneath my skin so I seek humanity out and I have always been spiritually fascinated by the Jain Muni and the Sadhvi , only they will never know I shoot them and add to their piety and sanctity.


And most of these Munis and Sadhvis are visitors who come to meet the Acharyaji at Jain Mandir temple at Bandra .

This is my tribute to their faith and their compassion to all living beings.

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,551 items / 1,038,367 views

She is smiling at me and if I don't elaborate here the essence of this smile would be misinterpreted and hit me as a father and as a grand father .


I was bringing Marziya from school and she walks 15 minute distance from school to home , because like me she loves the streets and as she knows most of the people via the Bazar path we take.

I will try to put her in a rick but she will insist on walking with her bag on her shoulder and her smile in place..

When we approached Kalidas provision store she gave me a tug , I saw this lady with her crippled son on a wheel chair begging the streets.

Marziya immediately took some money and gave it to the beggar boy.

So the mothers smile her love for Marziya shows through the slits of her hijab that serves as eyes..


Motherhood is such a powerful source of love a reservoir of kindness within the silhouette of the Hijab.

This is street ph…

Farewell Ravi Baswani

Farewell Ravi Baswani, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,551 items / 1,038,366 views

photo courtesy in dot com through Google images

Ravi Baswani was as blunt as a razor sharp wit , he had no time to spare with frivolities , he called a spade a spade , a Bollyood veteran he did not lick ass as simple as that.

He was highly respected and I in my humble capacity knew him once upon a time as I worked for Mr Nitin Manmohan's fashion store Prachins and Ravi was very close to Nitinji those days when Neha Arts Nitinjis banner was going great guns.

Ravi had bought Nitinji very close to theater actors and this was the way he was trying to introduce talent towards films and he was a boon to most of the strugglers searching for a stepping stone to films and Bollywood.


As Ravis house was close to Prachins at Seven Bungalows he spent time with us keeping us in laughter with anecdotes and his rare sense of joviality.

I spent a lot of time with him those days but after th…

Marziya Shakir Head Bowed In Prayer

Marziya Shakir Head Bowed In Prayer, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,540 items / 1,038,065 views

I shot this a few days back, but due to a faulty card reader the card got corrupted I thought I had lost all the pictures but I managed to salvage them , the loss would have hit me simply because Marziya has begun her namaz , imitating the elders and the core essence of our faith .,..head bowed in prayers.

What can I tell you about Marziya that you already dont know , she kisses peoples hand and shows her respect to them.

At the moment I can hear her crying in her parents room..and she has these crazy bouts .

My poem for her


following the footsteps
of her mother her father
her grand mother
marziya shakir
head bowed in prayers
namaz
the core essence
of our spiritual survival
as important as air
a breath of life
in every layer
our humility
with the maker
we share
whenever
we need him
he is there
like a beacon
of hope
in our despair
through
namaz
our allegiance
to him
d…

Wiladat E Imame Zamana Gateway of India

Wiladat E Imame Zamana Gateway of India, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Today I am posting my old pictures of the Shia Shabbarat shot in 2007 at Gateway of India at Facebook.

This feast is very much akin to All Souls Day , a night spent remembering dead relatives friends family and ancestors ..
This gives way to 15 Shaban the day Shias celebrate Wiladat e Imame Zamana the birthday of Twelfth Imam or the Mahdi in occultation and wait for hisZahoor or Re Appearance .

Actress Meena Kumaris Grave Frontal View

Actress Meena Kumaris Grave Frontal View, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,037,639 views

I am told by the caretaker Bahadur who died recently that one of her fans built this Mausoleum and would come and place flowers and pray.. but than I dont know the truth, and when you die you add wings to the stories that attach to you and make you more legendary than you are...and the Shia grave yard is a hard bed of incomplete stories of Lifes Drama a sudden curtain call.. a bow in vain..

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Meena Kumari or Mahjabeen Bano (1 August 1932 - 31 March 1972), was an Indian movie actress and poetess. She is regarded as one of the most prominent actresses to have appeared on the screens of Hindi Cinema. During a career spanning 30 years from her childhood to her death, she starred in more than ninety films, many of which have achieved classic and cult status today.

Kumari gained a reputation for playing grief-stricken and tragic ro…

The Shakirs of Colaba

The Shakirs of Colaba, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,037,632 views

My parents graves at Rehmatabad Shia Cemetery..

Side by side interlocked
mohomed shakir
shamim shakir
as one forever
seamlessly fused
in eternity
time could not sever
made in Lucknow
lived at Colaba Mumbai
The Shakirs faith fidelity
intrepid endeavor
now or never

The Grave Of Nawab Kashmiri Actor

The Grave Of Nawab Kashmiri Actor, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. his is the grave of Nawab Kashmiri , and it was at his house at Colaba Wodehouse Road that my father Mohomed Shakir bought us live from the shanty our first house close to a Hindu crematorium , and this was an opulent house though it served as the Late Nawabs family servants quarters..and the building was called Khatau Bhuvan opp Military Quarters , and is today called Jony Castle..

The Nawb Kashmiris children :

Akthar (Baji) Kashmiri daughter lives with her kids in the States her husband predeceased her in Pakistan.

Anwar Kashmiri son deceased

Munnawar Kashmiri .. stays at Juhu with his wife and a daughter in the States.

And a nephew Ajay Kashmiri in Mumbai..

I owe a lot to Akhthar Baji for my education and my upbringing.

Candle Lit Graves Rehmatabad Shabbarat

Candle Lit Graves Rehmatabad Shabbarat, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I did use my Tripod here , but the ground was soggy due to the rains..and the family relatives of Benazir Bhutto are buried here I am told, and a lot of Baluchi graves with designed tiles from Iran, and the great Indian Tragedienne filmstar Meena Kumari is buried her, her husband Kamal Amrohi, Jalal Agha comedian Aghas son, Mahesh Bhatts mother, and so many unsung souls.

Actress Meena Kumaris Grave on Shabbarat

Actress Meena Kumaris Grave on Shabbarat, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I have always said fatiyah on her grave , and I think the person that really understood her well was Mehmood Saab's son Lucky Ali.. and she did keep her staff happy..and she was a powerhouse of a performer Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam and Pakeezah are my favorite and Mere Apne..

27 July 2010

silently
enacting
the last
power packed
role
of her life
she lives
a tragedy queen
never dies
tears she shed
made others shed
memories
sweet and nice
the tears
have not yet dried
a candle
burning in the wind
a pain from this shore
to the other shore as guide

kabhi toh milegi
baharon ki manzil rahen
lilting lyrics
pain could not hide
in the backdrop
on a crest they ride