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Mahnoor

Mahnoor, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,648 items / 806,810 views

tumhare
haseen chehre
par nur hi nur
phoolon ki malka
hooron ki hoor
main tumse
tum mujhse
kaie kos dur
tumhi ho meri
sadgi ka suroor
tum tum ho
main main hoon
donon majboor
chaand ki roshni
mere seena
ki dhadkan
ya mahnoor

Lal Bagh Chya Raja

Lal Bagh Chya Raja, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. The Greatest
Mumbaikar of All..
Huge and Tall
Hears you Cry Hears Your Call
Saves you each Time
before You Fall
whatever your religiosity
he removes obstacles
he sees there are no pitfalls
no terrorists can breach
or city's walls
Mutual Coexistence
Be Proud Indians
on our Souls he scrawls
our greatest enemy
our bigotry
our narrow mindedness
our hate for each other
that hits the nation
first of all
before being
a hindu muslim christian
be an Indian
says it all
miljul ke rehne
main hi bhaliee hai
our mantra
of peace
the greatest cure all
dont sell your country
for american dollars
or saudi riyal


from wikipedia

Ganesha (Sanskrit: गणेश; Gaṇeśa; listen (help·info), also spelled Ganesa or Ganesh) is one of the best-known and most worshipped deities in Hinduism[8]. Although he is known by many other attributes, Ganesha's elephant head makes him easy to identify.[9] Several texts relate mythological anecdotes associated…

Mohabat Ki Pyas Mare Jati Hai

Mohabat Ki Pyas Mare Jati Hai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. jahan jata hoon
unki yad ati hai
woh kisi
aur ko chahti hain
yeh faryad ati hai
main toh
hoon tanha patjhad main
unka koie aur sathi hai
jhute dilase adhure khab
mohabat ki pyas
mare jati hai

Dilip Ghosh Another Name For True Friendship

Dilip Ghosh Another Name For True Friendship, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Mr Dilip Ghosh is photographer, a very dear friend from Jabalpur, we have known each other since a long time a decade , before I became a blogger.

We corresponded but than I stopped completely because of the injury to my right hand , I cannot hod a pen , so I type with one finger of this injured hand.

Mr Dilip Ghosh is not on the net and his failing health is a cause for concern..he cannot move about, he cannot travel, he is living at his daughters house at Harbour Heights Colaba recuperating his soul in a city where he has a lot of friends a city he loves and has great unforgettable memories for him..

Friendship is Godliness is his motto and he swears by it, he wont let a friend down at all, and that is why even my Guru KG Maheshwari likes him and keeps in touch with him..

Mr Dilip Ghosh wanted me to come and see him , so after finishing some personal work I came to his house unannounced , …

Ghame Hussain

Ghame Hussain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Tum Kya Jano Hamare Gham Ko
Ghame Hussain Ke Sitam Ko


Main
Ghame Hussain Hoon
Karbala main rehta hoon
jab jab
tumne hussain
ko pukara
main tumhari
ankhon se behta hoon
maskhe sakina
ke sahare
main abbas
ke gale se
tanga rehta hoon
har kaum
pukaregi
hamare hain hussain
ek bar nahi
bar bar kehta hoon

If my tears
that flow from
my eyes
invoking
god and ghame hussain
cause you discomfort
than it is an optical illusion
of your claustrophobic brain
i would rather be a heretic
relive his pain his humility
his love for humanity
that bought back the glory
of Islam once again
he was a brave warrior
a team leader humane
he fought for freedom
he fought for justice
he fought for equality
so our self respect
we could regain
our blood
our sweat
our tears
reverberating
holistically
healing
through a chant
ya hussain
ya hussain

I never forgot this kid he was in his own world at Bargha Hazrat Abbas Hyderabad ,but he could be anywhere a quintessential quality of pain, if you see him h…

I Play With Myself Sometimes

I Play With Myself Sometimes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. words
hunting each other
making love
to my rhyme
an unreal woman
that inhabits
my dreams
my only pastime
sensuously
i play
with my self sometimes
after blogging flogging
when it is bed time
sulaimani chai
a pinch of lime

I Play With Myself Sometimes

I Play With Myself Sometimes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. words
hunting each other
making love
to my rhyme
an unreal woman
that inhabits
my dreams
my only pastime
sensuously
i play
with my self sometimes
after blogging flogging
when it is bed time
sulaimani chai
a pinch of lime

Aj Na Rokko Mujhe

Aj Na Rokko Mujhe, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,631 items / 806,226 views

mat toko mujhe
kehne do
jo mujhe kehne hai
aj na rokko mujhe

Among The Pigeons I Stood Out Like a Fuckin Crow

Among The Pigeons I Stood Out Like a Fuckin Crow, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,631 items / 806,226 views

dressed in black
waiting
waiting
waiting
is all
i know


among the pigeons i stood out like a fuckin crow ..a 58 year old man a fractured frame nothing to show..my destiny following my fucked shadow ..a vision i saw i let it go.. because my thanks to her i owed..i walked back towards an empty road an ethereal woman who lives in my dreams unreal for whom i write my poems I cannot decode..no she is not the woman i married or pillowed ...seeds of poetic unrest in my soul she sowed...she had not yet been created for my illusions but i have faithfully followed...with every dream of her i explode..a seminal soliloquy breaking my heart on her commode...

God Save You From The Muslim Bigot

God Save You From The Muslim Bigot, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I have never told you a secret , but I will today, I am criticized by certain section of Muslim bigots and a few members of the Shia community too, for shooting Hinduism , and today I break my silence , I shoot my Hindu stuff for this young guy in the picture I wrote about him but not in detail , his name is Yogesh he is a Maharashtrian Hindu, I met him once during Ashura in Mumbai he is a very close friend of Habib Nasser and Baqar Nasser , while the scourging s were going on he grabbed the zanjeer from my hands tears in his eyes he began scourging too, and from that day I decided for his community I will shoot all the Hindu feasts..in Mumbai at least.

And I am happy he practices his Faith as a Hindu , but he feels pain of my Imam was enough for me , the Shia bigot will tell me Pura Kyon Nahi Banta ..Pure Kitna Shia Bante Hain Woh Bhi Mujhe Pata Hai...Yes I shoot Lal Bagh Cha Raja for his parents …

Amma You Lead I Follow ..Muslim Beggars

Amma You Lead I Follow ..Muslim Beggars, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. an empty stomach
a dry tongue
what else
must we swallow
life and living
an unending tunnel
of remorse
empty and hollow
basi khab
tibasi khana
jab mile tab khalo
maut aye ya na aye
zinda lah
kabar main dalo
behraham duniawalo
eton ki masjide
concrete ke madrse
bananewalon
musalman aurat
ki gharibi
aur uski zindagi
ko tabah karnewalon
talak talak talak
kehkar patli gali se
nikalnewalon

I Shoot what I see and because you cant see ,,,my picture becomes poetry

I Am A Better Muslim

I Am A Better Muslim, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. i dont bomb trains
i dont kill maim
i dont rape
sodomize
humanity
like him
i am a better
muslim
misguided martyrdom
for him at whim
searching for virgins in heaven
who needs a pimp
his heaven his hell
neither dark nor grim
on crutches for his salvation
he limps his pot of sins
filled to the brim

Sucked In

Sucked In, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. fucked in
her cavernous
heart a recycling bin
made of flesh
but plated tin
woman
mans original sin
mans pain embedded
beneath her skin
woman who
hangs her lovers
on a clothesline
without a clothespin
for the old a new trade in
woman a sweet smile
a long neck a cute chin
for doomed man
circumcised catastrophe
with or without foreskin

Marziya Shoots Me Headless Blogger

Marziya Shoots Me Headless Blogger, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. marziya shot me correctly
my head is what troubles me
my brains my thoughts
my unsolved poem of life
that she saw clearly
decisions that have
cost me dearly
living not living nearly

Marziya a Thought That Heals

Marziya a Thought That Heals, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 121,612 items / 806,002 views

Marziya Shakir

A 2 year old child
behind a mask
has so much
to reveal
a thought
with a smile
a thought
that heals
our love
from the loneliness
the wilderness
of our lives she steals
every layer of beauty
through her innocent
soul she unpeels
no hidden half truths
nothing to conceal
a picture within a photo
sweet genteel