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Sometimes Death is a Blessing in Disguise

Sometimes Death is a Blessing in Disguise, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,618 items / 872,537 views

in a world
full of corruption
where hope
is sodomized
where truth
is terrorized
where love
each morning
commits suicide
where trust
is taken for a ride
where peace
on a dictators
where humility
is trampled
vanity resides
to the poor
a somnolent
god no hope
groveling before
a corrupt system
the common man
gets kicks
on his backside
taking his misery
as providence as fate
his pain hides
hiss time bides
seeking an end
to life's torture
sometimes death
is a blessing
in disguise
into a funereal
gloom his soul
swings and slides
to this poet
his pain
he confides
burnt from
burnt outside

The Chase Begins

The Chase Begins, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,617 items / 872,464 views

dont stop dreaming
whether you lose
whether you win
the birth of an actor
the chase begins
a maverick on
a silver screen
a new tale spins
from a builder
to an actor
a new trade in
a year of kapoor
revival he grins
with his kith and kin
houseful therein
in his soul of soul
a raj kapoor within
father shammi kappor
nods his chin
life is coming out
of thick and thin
an actor is an actor
his flesh and skin

to aditya raj kapoor
in humble gratitude
a barefeet blogger
unbottled djinn

Shooting the Hijra Angst

Shooting the Hijra Angst, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. over heard among the hijras

yeh sala chutita
ham logon ke photo
leke kya karta hai

said the other hijra
gand main dalta hai

said the third
gandu sarkela hai

the last one
sala eda bhi hai

I gave them Rs 20 and drove away in the ricksha I had to meet Laurent Salesse at Leopold Cafe and Bar at 12 pm last Sunday..

And whatever the hijras told about me is inadmissible in a court of law and cannot be used as evidence against them or me for that matter..

You Need a Temperament to Shoot Hijras

You Need a Temperament to Shoot Hijras, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. hijras are not an
easy subject
to shoot hot headed
crazy volatile
these hijras
whom i shoot
on the streets
totally infantile
like babies
that time
has raped
pain after pain
on their fucked
souls piled
yes some of these hijras
can smash you camera
they can be preposterously
impulsive and wild
every hijras is not polished
like laxmi narayan tripathi
the medias fondest brain child
luck celina jaitley
on her fate have smiled
a charm infective beguiled
on the whole all hijras
are racially profiled
snubbed and reviled
from main stream society
exasperatingly exiled
their life their angst
as photo blogs
with great difficulty
as a poet photographer
i have in humility
self styled

Shooting The Fucked Fate Of Hijras

Shooting The Fucked Fate Of Hijras, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. overheard

fucker takes pictures of hijras
is he a hijra or what a
my ears caught
i shoot what i shoot
my fucked photographers lot
to be or not to be
what i am not
the hijras hairy legs
lies misplaced manhood
of the missing twat
bending his ass
what it is about
rectal rectitude
an emotion
the hjra forgot
a broken pot
an empty slot
from asshole
to eternity
on a bed bug
creaky cot
50 bucks
with a reusable
per shot
as a memory
of this encounter
herpes you got
hiding it
from your wife
was not part
of the twist
in the unfilmy plot
on the head
of your cockeyed
penis a red dot
as it rots
at peela house
quacks clinic
on the buttocks
the botox
like shots
to be human even if
the soul is a sexpot
a bare feet blogger
poetizing the soul
of street photography
with some sex thoughts

The Hijra Comes Alive

The Hijra Comes Alive, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,616 items / 872,169 views

I got a message on Facebook this poem is for her in gratitude and thanks

Kanya Dixit April 22 at 6:44pm
Omg...what an adorable work ...I am totally mesmerized by your penmanship and ur great work of art on people like us...U deserve a salute from me babaji....I dont know how to address you but feel like calling u 'Babaji'....Thanks a ton again for all ur hard work on people of E genre.....Namaskaar......Miss India Kanya Dixit

muscles sinews
human emotions
is all same
gender dubious
neither man
nor woman
hijra in name
the hijra
is game
the mysticism
of her life
her notoriety
to fame
god was a miser
a man woman
he made
from the rib
of man
a woman like
man came
over the years
hijra became
his lifes
his eternal
a missing vagina
a missing womb
a hijra comes alive
out of the frame
a wick
of his masculinity
buring in flames
the pain

The Bhelpuriwallah

The Bhelpuriwallah, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,614 items / 871,726 views

He is bhelpuriwalah I know since 1982..I dont know his name , he parked his cart at a junction near Tawah Restaurant , and I knew him well as I stayed for somettime with my family at 28 th road Bandra in a company flat.

It was during this time his son died , he was totally doomed and crushed ..I moved away time elapsed and than he began parking his cart near Waterfieled Road ..he would see me nod but we never talked at all.

And I know as a father he carries the memories of his dead son , the way he pushes the cart I feel he is pushing his dead sons body to the crematorium, I feel his pain after so many years and I took this shot asking him to stop .. and he gave me a faint glimmer of a smile a smile of Hope.

Street photography is not randomly going trigger happy shooting street scenes , no it is much more street photography is shooting stories that encapsulate pain and raw human emoti…

Burnt Out Dreams

Burnt Out Dreams, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,615 items / 872,129 views

a poet
is a dreamer
living in a world
on borrowed
he has to
it to the
once again
out dreams
burnt out heart
burnt out brain

though on his grave
reads an epitaph

"fire, my friend, either cleanses the soul or burns it down completely... our choice..."

only memories
night long vigil
to retain
is pain
of a dreamer
into a gutter
of nothingness
as they drain
souls bound
by karmic chain
on the soul
of misery
why complain
what is hers
belongs to her
what was mine
i cant obtain
depleted dreams
deleted drams
dont come again
burnout dreams
home to roost
in a birds brain
on the fleshy soul
not humane
but the poets mind
will sustain
one sided love
one sided agony
in a one way lane
some marriages
are made in heaven
some dreamed
on the minds
every day
a poet dies
the wheels
of times train
now go back
to sl…

Full Stop

Full Stop, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. thank you
you add
boundless energy
to my poetic zeal
i close my eyes
its you i peel
i stop
i feel
your heart
beat that i steal
from your soul
from voyeuristic
you shield
the day
i met you
my fate
was sealed
your silence
my wounds
you healed
my pain
to your
locked doors
once more
i yield

my passion
for you
i had
now like
of onions
time has
through poetic
now revealed

a mystical;
over me
you wield

What The Fuck is the Matter With This World..

What The Fuck is the Matter With This World.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. A cat is talking to God about the fall of man and the fucked nature of mans surroundings..
man a two legged creature to his own kind i mean mankind no hope brings man who wants to play god and be king man a proxy death with his poisonous venomous sting between his legs a weapon of mass degeneration the most dangerous thing..some call it ling on the hopes of the fortitude of women he loves to fling in a testicular sling .. man an angel born with broken wings either way loves to his satanic demonic cravings..

The Slum Dog Caterers

The Slum Dog Caterers, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. The guy with the bare chest is the slum dog caterer Ikbal Bhai , who runs this set up, he is down to earth and and a great chef.

These are guys who came from Northern India Uttar Pradesh as kids and worked their way up, they had dreams and with hard work grit determination they pursued it , and soon became entrepreneurs themselves.

Working out from the slum is cheap, and congenial to their work ethos.

One thing about this caterer community they slog their ass off , and their hard work has paid fruit.

Most of these guys initially worked for Jeff Caterers at Bandra or other Bohra caterers , learnt the tricks of the trade and followed this line independently..

In Bandra Bazar road they are quite a few of them Kamru, Islamiya ..Altaf , they are competitors but are united because they come from the same village or state.

They make Moghlai Chinese food and specialize in the Bohra Thali too.

I could write at length on this …

The Slum Kids

The Slum Kids, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. One thing about the slum kids they are natural born and camera friendly, I am their official photographer they call me camerawale uncle.. uncle with the camera..

The guy in the red tee is Suraj the shop keeper he handles his uncles provision shop in the slum after school , while his uncle rests..a few of the kids are his cousins.

Internal Server Error

Internal Server Error, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 124,575 items / 871,500 views

if she only knew
that i am human
not a robotic response
you have rightly guessed
with the chimera
of her personality
totally obsessed
my fate washed
me to the
shores of her
my life
she has
into the
of her mind
she denies
me access
page cannot
be displayed
internal server
wrong address
barefeet blogger
poorly dressed