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Watching Cartoons The Way of Life

The Myriad Moods Of Marziya Shakir

The Myriad Moods Of Marziya Shakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,326 items / 894,126 views

Marziya has school holidays but every morning after a shower and change of dress she hangs her school bag on her shoulders ..ready to go to school.

This is Marziyas love for knowledge and thirst for education,. her books her drawing and her poetry recital her life's teacher for poems is You Tube.

She loves animals , nowadays it is a stray cat that comes to our doorstep..

Marziya most of the time thinks like a boy, she strips to her waist and does Matam the Shia ritual of beating the chest in memory of Imam Hussain martyred grandson of the Holy Prophet of Islam.

While shooting Marziya there is no composition or nicety of background...her dads shirt is lying in the frame .Marziya is impulsive and for a two year child who knows photography she hates being photographed.

Initially she was cool with me shooting her pictures now no more , I can only shoot her if she obliges.

So…

The Transvestites Tale Continues

The Transvestites Tale Continues, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,324 items / 894,007 views

from across the border
she sent me some good news
her ailment of her deep throat
due to phallic abuse had subdued
she had got a new set of rubber boobs
she was ready for me renewed
she wanted me to make up
end unending poetic feud
she sent me 3D photo
lying on a water bed all nude
she told me to go easy
on my punishing attitude
stop being nasty and crude
she was thirsty her throat parched
she was dying for some fluid
she coaxed and cajoled this dude
on her new heaving rubber boobs
she had my name tattooed
she cursed the loneliness
the fact that she was
dying to be screwed
she who is an appetizer
succulent when chewed
the transvestites tale
continues
her lingerie
her foot fetish
my poetic angst
my seminal soliloquy
avidly as my blogs
she pursues
sitting on the toilet seat
a lap top in her lap
my world on facebook
flickr
word press she views
her throatiness
her muskiness
m…

The Ladder of Love

The Ladder of Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,323 items / 894,004 views

the distance
between her house
and my house
is only a ladder away
cybernetic calisthenics
of the mind once
together we stayed
fenced emotions
of light and shade
what we shared
began to fade
a barefeet blogger
walking on the edge
of a razor blade
falling in love
with an
optical illusion
a figment of his mind
but surreal finely
made as poetic
trance to trade

one wrong move
he got fucked
in his sleep
she tied his balls
to a hand grenade

her love she thus conveyed

although i have deleted her
from my fucked consciousness
my doomed destiny
i could not evade
holding on to the rubber tits
of a transvestite milkmaid

Marziya Shakir Revealed

Marziya Shakir Revealed, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,322 items / 894,004 views

Marziya talks in the third person..
her conversational zeal
Whatever she says
she adds Marziya to her childish spiel
she touches us every time she is our ideal
our life with her love she has holistically healed
a new facet of her mood she unpeels
a layer beneath a layer she reveals
we are all spokes of her karmic wheel

Wrinkled Woes of Womanhood

Wrinkled Woes of Womanhood, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,321 items / 893,999 views

like an old oak
the pain of living
she withstood
she tried
what she could
begging on the streets
from her earliest childhood
a tortured womanhood
life was never good
on a river of pain
floating like driftwood
smothered motherhood
arthritis attacked her soul
valiantly she stood
her humped back
like bentwood
in a world
of untruths
in a world of
falsehood

All Her Lovers She Skinned

All Her Lovers She Skinned, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,320 items / 893,872 views

she was a hot passionate bitch
love trapping them into
her parlor
she would let them in
after a hot steamy love session
she would chop of their heads
as trophies hang them on a pin
their hot and furry bodies
of all he lovers she skinned
i was lucky i escaped alive
as i was a wolf in a sheepskin
i drugged her before she drugged me
ran away from the inn
the butcher did not do much harm
he only chopped of my foreskin
a broken bottle a missing djinn
love a an encounter you cannot win
fucked from out and within

The Quintessential Muslim Man

The Quintessential Muslim Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,319 items / 893,845 views

He is connected to the caterers of Bandra at Bazar Road.

He allows me to shoot him simply because I have shot him before a long series of his having a shave at the local street side barber , and the guy who shave him is barely 12 or 13 year barber ..

He is a Sunni Muslim and the Sunni Muslims of Bandra are a very peace loving tolerant community.

If he was a Wahhabi I would have not shot his picture anyway.
If he was a Wahabbi he would not allow me to shoot his picture anyway.



And I shoot people like him people who live with hope in the city of Mumbai and all these guys are from UP .. come to make a living in our home state Maharashtra.

The caterers of Bandra are mostly UP migrants and from a common village and some are related to each other .

The Muslim World of The Poor

The Muslim World of The Poor, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,318 items / 893,783 views

Muslims all over the world are not the same , religiosity wise they follow the same tenets and I speak of a universal Islam without sectarian strife...but economically there is difference of heaven and earth between the poor Muslim and the rich Muslim.


Who is a rich Muslim.

The rich Muslim is the affluent soul who sacrifices camels , dumbas goats not one but many at a a great price ,he is mentioned in the Urdu papers too for Bakra Idd.

He shops for a dozen or more making the compound of a cosmopolitan housing society into a war zone with blood and gore.

We cut our goats at the butchers and bring home the meat many others do too.



The poor Muslim like the one you see in my picture dont celebrate Idd at all, they beg from the rich this is the truth and my pictures shot of Idd Namaz at Bandra Railway Station dont lie.


There is a great divide between the rich Muslim and the poor Muslim…

The Muslim Beggar

The Muslim Beggar, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,317 items / 893,761 views

I shoot Muslim beggars , I am a Muslim beggar myself.He begs for a few coins I beg for peace and a tranquility of mind and soul.

I have been going through a very bad phase and a stressful life a phase that does not seem to end ..maybe to forget my own misery I shoot other peoples miserable lives .

This was the first time he came to my workplace and I could not find my wallet and my staff was not around, he kept talking about his misfortunes and he was not a professional beggar he had certainly seen good times too..

I found my wallet I gave him some money and told him I wanted to take his picture to tell others the story of his pain , he stood there I took a few shots.


Whatever his pain he had a glimmer of a smile on his face , a smile of hope..I did not ask his name yes he is a Muslim beggar reflecting my own beggarly state in his eyes.

He kept blessing me and invoking Allah to show his k…

Once Were Made For Each Other

Once Were Made For Each Other, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,316 items / 893,753 views

we met by fluke
a mere suggestion
of the web master
on a social networking site
i was blackish brown
she was wheatish white
such was the power
of cybernetic love
chatting away
we fucked all night
every morning
my body bloodied
red with her love bites
our love poetic
ethereal but
physically
airtight
passion
to excite
pillow talking
my way
into her ears
while she
held me tight
till one day
due to a
misunderstanding
we both had
a great fight
it turned out
my lover was
a jilted
transvestite
when we
had first made love
due to power failure
a solitary candle light
she had blind folded me
alright ..her bare feet
her nebulous
stockings skin tight
her poison
worse than a snakebite
but when i realized
i had been conned
in love
i almost died of fright
besides the solitary candle
lighting the darkness
she had a 7 inch
torchlight


so continues
the transvestites tale
the other side of the border
the other side of midnight
an accidental cockf…

Dont Tag Me On Facebook

Dont Tag Me On Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,315 items / 893,724 views

i will not hold anything against you
my existence as a positive spam
poetry blogger you overlook
or if you flush me in a ladies toilet
a piece of shit you mistook
but please please dont tag
me on facebook dont
let me of the hook
a poet whose mind
is a wordbook
blogging on the blank pages
of a checkbook
a sartorial soliloquy
bad assed barefeet outlook
with facebook notifications
my sepia tinted soul
my multicolored ass shook
flickr this bloggers
only coffee table book

Dada Shot By Marziya Shakir On Nikon D 80

Dada Shot By Marziya Shakir On Nikon D 80, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,314 items / 893,686 views

I have done nothing to this picture I assisted her hold on the camera but she hit the trigger herself..nor have I tweaked the picture ..Marziya has shot the blithe soul of her grand father and demystified it too.

Demystifying a 2 Year Old Child Photographer

Demystifying a 2 Year Old Child Photographer, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 125,313 items / 893,650 views

Demystifying a 2 Year Old Child ...Marziya Shakir my grand daughter.

I showed her this picture and asked her who this is she answered back Marziya Shakir ..than I asked her who shot this photo she replied Dada ..meaning me.

Than giving me a smile she said please play Ya Hussain Ya Hussain she strips to her waist and beats her chest to Ali Rizvi Sachays Noha..Run Main Hai Nala Kuna

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Marziya is the future of my photography , she sees a world of pictures at an early age I began shooting 10 years back..and I am still learning .

I am learning from the new kids on the block like Nitin Sharma from Lucknow ..and a galaxy of photographers I added as friends on Facebook thanks to Roland W Luthi and Michel Portier.

Michel has contributed to my angst I am indebted to his friendship.

Marziya is an impulsive photogra…