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The Internet Fucked Me Completely

The Internet Fucked Me Completely

Death of an Analogue Photographer

Yeh Roti Kya Kya Karati Hai

Yeh Roti Kya Kya Karati Hai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,190 items / 886,017 views

khushiyon main hasati hai
gardish main rulati hai
pet ki bhook kya kya
lamhe dikhati hai

yeh roti kya kya karati hai

aurat bhi randi ban jati hai
ma apne bacche se dhandha
karvati hai jab bure waqt ki ghadi
buri kismet se takrati hai
ek afat a jati hai
ma ki mamta
bazar main
lilam ho jati hai
paise ki nok
pe chud jati hai

We All Have To Go One Day

We All Have To Go One Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. this is the final and last call
brings life to an end
from your bed into
a coffin they will send
for the final sleep
at St Peters
Sea Side cemetery
where the rest of
your life you will spend
once in a while
they will come
place a few flowers
on your grave
remember you
my friend
or your months
memorial mass
they will attend
as your soul
into heaven
transcend
without
having known
you to
your
memory
these lines
i have penned
when i shot
this picture
i never knew
with a poem
i would append
death is the
ultimate reality
of life godsend
waiting
to meet
you when
i too will cross
life's barrier
on the river bend

Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness

Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. who she is
you will never
guess
no she is not a man
in a woman's dress
she is real
i know her address
she is not a
blog goddess
or a princess
she is creative
poetic mystical
god has blessed
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
i cant get her
out of my mind
i must confess
once she loved
this cosmic poet
in a crazy dress
contributing
to his poetic
progress
but now she
has moved away
on her page
i am denied access
with her memories
i am obsessed
fucked
hard pressed
add as friend
i have sent her
a request
a blogger
who flew over
a cuckoos nest
on the soul of misery
a poet possessed

Mera Nam Hai Sabrina

Mera Nam Hai Sabrina, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. bhag gaya jo mujhe chahta tha
woh badmash nikamma kamina
aj uske bagal main
hai meri dost choti koti kareena
ab kamoshi aur ruswai
main hai jeena
nigalte hue ansu ko
pigalte hue ansu ko
phook phook ke peena
hai kya din the
yad ata ha wo sawan
ka mahina
jalte badan
woh lipat ti hui ag
woh jazbat ke sholay
jism se behta hua
pasina

My Head is A Womb Where Poems Are Born

My Head is A Womb Where Poems Are Born, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,188 items / 884,357 views

my brain fucks me
loves to lock horns
giving birth
to poetry porn
my head is a womb
where poems are born
squiggly words
in my head
are spawned
in the amniotic fluid
in a fish pond
without
using a condom
of grammar and syntax
my soul to the devil
i have pawned
a street poet
shooting poems
with a camera
please be warned

Parameters of Chat On Facebook

Parameters of Chat On Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,189 items / 885,168 views

Sameer

firoze bhai

:):)

salam
8:31pmMe

salam
8:32pmSameer

how r u bhai
8:32pmMe

parameters of chat

dont ask or discuss hijras religion

two fucked topics
8:32pmSameer

:D:D

hahahaha
8:32pmMe

i cant waste time explaing or expanding
8:32pmSameer

do we discuss that a lot?
8:33pmMe

i dont know but it is a good start

what you do why you do i wont ask

why you believe what you believe i wont ask

so dont take me to task
8:34pmSameer

i never discussed hijras or religion as independent topics

but if u set such parameters i will follow them
8:34pmMe

this is my new topic as a poem
8:34pmSameer

:):)

thts good

so hows life and work in general

and the mumbai hear?

heat..

i mean

eating into u

?

normally
on facebook chat
i am faced
with two topics
hijras and religion
face to face
with no back space
so i have decided
no hijras no religion
to be discussed
by gods grace
i have no time
no inclination
no fucked dreams
to chase
a tran…

Death and Firoze

Death and Firoze, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,188 items / 884,357 views

I received this comment from a dear friend on Facebook

I am responding to it as a poem..


Dear Firoze. I am moved to read your poem. Very nice. Bhai mere ko itna batao, itnee kadwaahat kyon hai, itne bechain kyon ho aap?

{translated it means firoze why are you so bitter and restless }

the question that you pose
was the same question
i asked death
within my shadow
very close
death who
is my greatest hero
I said to death
why so bitter
why so uneasy
like firoze
death looked at me
with haunted eyes
morbid and morose
tumhe lene ata hoon
har roz but seeing
your fucked frescoed
life adds to my woes
thus death spoke
to me in simplicity
without being verbose
he said with a wrinkled brow
sinister up close
i have seen men plead
for more life on
hospital beds
crushed on roads
in deathly throes
scenes horrid
bloody and gross
as their soul
into my net flows
the professional nature
of my work
i cannot doze
nobody save you are
my friend
the re…