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Alamdars Bargha Hyderabad 2009

Alamdars Bargha Hyderabad 2009, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. These are pictures I shot on film roll with my Nikon F 100 ..I shot just one roll , its tough going back to this medium for me as instant bogging photographer ..

And I wish Nikon would buy back our film cameras and give us a better deal than the dealers who would not take a second hand Nikon film camera free.

And this was shot at the Bargha Hyderabad I was guest of Janab Baqar Saab and his family .

The rest of the pictures in this series you will find at my Flickr photo stream.

Love Is Red Chillies and More

Love Is Red Chillies and More, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,423 items / 797,478 views

first
it burns
your tongue
your heart
your soul
till you are
left empty
bruised
wounded
sore
peace of mind
a fabric she tore
sweeping away your
dreams she fled
to the other shore
love another name
for blood and gore
silence an eternity
a musical score
a woman's body
sweet fragrant flesh
her heart
iron ore

although
i have deleted her from
my consciousness
my poems she cant ignore
anymore but does she
really love me I am unsure
a flickering flame
burning outside her
closed doors

Dont Touch Me

Dont Touch Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. dont touch me
she said
my lady love
with a swollen head
she shares my dreams
my hope my anguish
but not my bed
of thorns bleeding red
no she is not
the one I have wed
she has closed
the doors of
my destiny
I am alive
she pretends
I am dead
our karmic souls
a knot
on a silken thread
leaving me
for another man
she fled
a relationship
I totally misread
poets are born losers
hearts but no head
her silence on my soul
softly treads
molten tears
frozen lead

Kabhi To Kholo Gi Darwaza Meri Kismet Ka

Kabhi To Kholo Gi Darwaza Meri Kismet Ka, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. ek diya jalaye
betha hoon
kabhi to khologi
darwaza
meri kismet ka
yeh aas liye
baitha hoon
sukha gala
khali glass
liye
baitha hoon

Sepia Toned Pain of Her Life

Sepia Toned Pain of Her Life, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,397 items / 797,435 views

sometimes
you feel pain
you cant see
a muslim
beggar woman
in a hijab
enslaved
to her fate
pretends
to be free
asking
or alms
outside
gods house
time
ticking away
an eternity
a few coins
cannot change
her hungry
child's destiny
rehabilitation
of her spiritual
soul is the only
priority
for mullacentric
male dominated
macho society
slaughtered since
time immemorial
is just a part
of her story

The Poet

The Poet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. no paper
no pen
no ink pot
words
like little
butterflies
in flight
on you soul
with
a click
of a mouse
I write
where
there was
darkness
I spread light
pictorial passion
pedestrian plight
on the streets
of sorrow
at night
what you
see as color
I shoot as
black and white
poetizing
the soul of
humanity
as a Shiite
although
I have
deleted
you from
my consciousness
with your
impassioned
silence
my feather like
soul you smite
a love
more poisonous
than a rattle snake bite
two souls struggling
to enjoin and unite
on a mountain
of misery
beneath a skylight

I Am What I Am

I Am What I Am, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. गजाननं भूतगणादिसेवितं कपित्थजंबूफलचारुभक्षणम्‌ ।

उमासुतं शोकविनाशकारकं नमामि विघ्नेश्वरपादपङ्कजम्‌ ॥

सुमुखश्चैकदंतश्च कपिलो गजकर्णकः ।

लम्बोदरश्च विकटो विघ्ननाशो गणाधिपः ।

धूम्रकेतुर्गणाध्यक्षो भालचन्द्रो गजाननः ।

द्वादशैतानि नामानि यः पठेच्छृणुयादपि ।

विद्यारंभे विवाहे च प्रवेशे निर्गमे तथा ।

संग्रामे संकटे चैव विघ्नस्तस्य न जायते

I am what I am
on the face of it
in the eyes
of a Hindu
I am a Hindu
a Shia Pandit
but I am
a Muslim
every bit
my cultural
inheritance
my pride
my ethos
Sanskrit
my jewelery
my crazy outfit
cutting my head
year after year
a pain transmit
Hussain is Humanity
on my soul floodlit
to his path of peace
my poetry of life
I submit

Incomplete Poem of Love

Incomplete Poem of Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,394 items / 796,917 views

how does a poet
begin a poem
about a woman
he loves
a woman
who loves
another man
more wealthy
heavenly
endowed
for whom
love is
not enough
for her
his poetic dreams
too coarse
hardcore stuff
leading her life
with him
would be
far too tough
her soul
to his body
she wont
hand cuff


ps

Do Poems Really
require Words ..
like birds
from one branch to another
returning home wards
every time she changes
her password

Poets Are Born Romantics

Poets Are Born Romantics, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,392 items / 796,796 views

a house
made
of poems
built
on quick sand
no need
of bricks
walls glued
to sorrow
windows
paper thick
poets
are born
romantics
demystifying
the soul of poetry
with a mere click
vulnerable
always
heart sick
metaphoric
euphoric
mystic
demonized
by a tale manic

a love
he did not
hand pick
a love classic
like a moth
to a candle flame
a dance tragic
entwined
to life
or his
untimely death
he wont panic
the silence
of her soul
her blood red
lipstick
mumbai's
most haunted
poet cosmic
falling in love
with her
fate karmic
pedestrian pathos
pedestrian passion
loveless lyrics
prevention
the only cure
for the incorrigibly
love sick
a deflated ball
she loves
to kick
a woman
egocentric