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Wiladat e Imam e Zamana

Wiladat e Imam e Zamana, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,037,476 views

I shot this series in 2007, the first time I shot this event from Moghul Masjid to the Rehmatabad Shiia cemetery and finally the tasting of the nazar on a boat called Bajra which docks at Gatway of India in the wee hours of the morning , awaiting the decked up floral boat are the Shias of Mumbai the men women and children who gather here and drop arzis or requests , written on a paper and covered with flour thrown into the sea for the fishes .

I was bought up in Colaba and though my parents house was at Strand Cinema it was the first time I shot this 2007 and those days being new to Flickr I resized my pictures .

This is a great pictorial moment with a lot of boisterous crowds shouting Nare Hyderi and there are kids reciting Mushaira in praise of the Imam on the Gateway pier.

Wiladat e Imame e Zamana is the birth of the Twelth Shia Imam in occultation..followed by the Twelvers…

Forgiveness Comes From The Human Soul

Forgiveness Comes From The Human Soul, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,809 views


This was taken on Ram Navmi day , and the rangoli adorned this street as the Daya Sagar Hanuman Mandir palki was to pass this way..

And it took the guy over 6 hours to make it , once the palki made its way from here it would be destroyed by the crowds who will walk on it..

Rangoli is a very spiritual art akin to tattoo, connecting to the divinity of god..and the message of peace hope and harmony is a very satisfying objective of a rangoli.

Marziyas hands were itching for the color sprinkler and the sculptors always ask me to bring Marziya to the Durga and Ganesh workshops as she loves to paint.

But last night Marziya was in extreme pain crying non stop, so she finally slept at 3 am, we were all awake she will visit her doctor today.


27 July 2010
Marziya is a born artist , and I am updating this today inspired by a Facebook comment

June-Ruth A. Canonico When I can find…

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,799 views

calling
her mom
to tell her
all is not
well
the man they
got her married
to has an
alcoholic breath
he smells
he does not go
to work
for long spells
the children
she
has removed
from the school
the land lady
is harassing them
the rent unpaid
in the slums
where they dwell
her jewelry
the little bit
she had
she was
forced to sell
she continued
tears i could
feel lashing
her soul
as well
she was
working
at a call
center now
life was tough
things
will get better
she said
to herself
woman a
commodity
beyond the
expiry date
dying on
dusty shelf
hope
her only cry
for help

This is not her story I hope not but all stories come from human situations and it has been almost 3 months since I stopped walking to my work place through the slums..the poet is an earthen pot that cracks when you over fill it with pain.

I got tired as I saw the shanties the open doors showing remorse and pain…

BE HUMAN

BE HUMAN, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,761 views

they could be standing
at the gate of mosque
they could be begging
outside a church
or a hindu temple
human pain
in a cask
but here under
the rays of
jai jinendra
they bask
blind eyes
damaged
windows
of their soul
beneath
a painful
mask
they beg
but to see
the world
with your
eyes
a gift
you have
they dont ask
BE HUMAN
one hell of
a tough task

To a Khan
who gives and gives and gives
at Galaxy he lives a super star
the poor mans pain relives
Salman Khan he is

A Blog Cries Out

A Blog Cries Out, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,705 views


This lady has gone back to her native place in Andhra she visited my work place every Thursday I normally try not encourage beggars and I read pain as your read light when you shoot a picture through your camera , this inbuilt meter is what allows me the discretion to shoot what I want to shoot too.

Her child will be asleep but she will force her to wake up adding to the sympathy factor..she is a young mother and such is her silent stress she wants you to give her money not for herself or her beggarly state but for her child?

Or is it because of her husband ?

I dont know I shoot pictures I never ask personal questions helps in the log run, why should she narrate her life story to me , she would if I was a woman photographer but I am not..

And as I reiterate time and again who would ever ask her why she has been reduced to life of a beggar.

I am not a social activist I am the light that …

The Race of Time

The Race of Time, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
135,539 items / 1,036,673 views

Shot by a fisherman on Murud Beach

every picture
invariably
has a story to tell
mans journey
on earth
both heaven and hell
fighting with himself
fighting with nature
his surroundings
a mutiny for bounty
he cannot quell
man is man
a born rebel
hope he buys
despair he sells
lucid eloquent
but words
he cant spell
mistaking
one for the other
an empty shell
man the
father of
a sperm cell
the beginning
of life
the end as well
he came
he saw
he departed
without
saying
farewell
he was created
in silence
his birth was
a shout
a cry and a yell
synchronized
to a future
in the soul
of a death bell


I made an ass of myself but it happens to us and there is no cure for it, we deliberately like to be hoodwinked by fate.

I shoot the bullock cart races and on Gudi Padwa I rushed to Murud to shoot the same a very long tiring trip barefeet from Gateway jetty to Alibagh to Murud.


I did not even call my photographer…

The Bawa From Mumbai

The Bawa From Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,195 views

in life
we meet a lot
of people
we dont know
like the showers
of monsoonal mirth
they come
they go
away from
our hearts
ours souls
like a rushing river
into a great
ocean
of nothingness
they flow
whats his name
well i did not ask
him i was slow
i did not even wish
him hello
once a picture
he now becomes
a poem
a part
of my pictorial
talk show
the bawa from mumbai
shot by another bawa of mumbai
time has laid low a tailor made
tragedy fate wove he sews

inspired by a facebook comment

Facebook Is Paradise For Those Who Think Marc Zuckerburg is God of Cyberspace

Facebook Is Paradise For Those Who Think Marc Zuckerburg is God of Cyberspace, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,036,155 views

Facebook Each one of us would like to thank each one of you for making Facebook part of your life.


the only world of peace
love and humanity
beyond caste color or race
add a friend or ignore him
block him report him
as per your prerogative
your mind space
a world within a world
this 2 minute instant
poem making blogger says
facebook is paradise
for those who think
marc zuckerburg
is god of cyberspace
marked by lady luck
to rephrase
he is what he is in any case
he had a dream which
all dreamers chase
hitting the keys to stay alive
if not at at home all night
all hours always
getting up in the middle
of the night
to take a leak
in the toilet
the lustful laptop
re connecting with her
not the one on the bed
but the one who
on facebook stays
her new picture
her new wall posts
he copies and saves
facebook a world
without clock

Duniya Mein Nahin Jiska Koi Uska Khuda Hai ...

Duniya Mein Nahin Jiska Koi Uska Khuda Hai ..., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. she stands
time stands
the windless
woes of womanhood
no one understands
specially if it is a poor
muslim beggar woman
holding her childs hand
why is she begging on
the streets no one
will ever ask her
just give her a few coins
like empty waves
eroding the soul of sand
forget mumbai street corners
every corner a holy land
supply and demand
a life created in a hurry
uneducated untutored
unplanned

Shooting Pain Behind a Wail

Shooting Pain Behind a Wail, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. the silhouette of the hijab
follows me mesmerizing
my camera lens
my pictures
unscripted sorrow
adding to my poems
suspense
the poor muslim woman
battered by fate
as i saw her then
in a world where
women are from mars
men are only men
eden could
not have been
a garden
a mouse
clicks its way
like a pen
one finger driven
kicking ass
of the keyboard
like a steam engine
words emanating
from the soul
of the mind
now and then
my brain
a dead poets den




this poem dedicated to benn and glenn

A SLICE OF LOST LOVE

A SLICE OF LOST LOVE, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 120,523 items / 787,730 views

when we first met
she was in a niqab
i saw her eyes i fell
flat in love with her
i became her pet
our love flourished
on the internet
sweet nothings
fragrant blossoms
i will never forget
them came
the day when
in real life
i decided
to take her out
with abated breath
at the picture hall
popcorn in her hand
she rushed towards
the gents toilet
i was embarrassed
but she said sweetly
darling
i am a transvestite
dont you worry or fret
i decided
once and for all
fuck all platonic
philandering
i will never fall
in love on the
cybernet

the transvestites tale continues with much ado regret think twice before you fall in love with a woman's duplicitous silhouette

The Death of a Street Poet of Pain

The Death of a Street Poet of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,035,895 views

he thinks he is me
never expected
a run
on his luck
mind you he was
a good poet
he wrote
street poems
but to his bad luck
from a high pedestal
he too fell
face in the mud
his fucked fate
he could not duck
his pen silted
the poetry of his life
began to suck
hoping
someone
will reach out to him
take him out
but does
anyone
really
care a fuck
man a born
selfish animal
wise foolish
a jerk
each one
a sitting duck
when the
lighting struck
last i heard
he had been
run over by a drunk
in a speeding truck
his poems have been
published
someone
else is making
the bucks

Unhealing Hands

Unhealing Hands, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,539 items / 1,035,811 views


perhaps
my bejeweled hand
was ashamed
by her leprous stump
pain that man carries
on his soul
like a camels hump
conjoined eternity
a potholed path
more and more bumps
the rich man
in this world was born lucky
over the moon he jumps
while the poor soul
lies in the dumps

Marziya my grand daughter has met three unfortunate souls if I call them so one Appu the limbless guy, the umbrella lady of Bandra Reclamation and Maria the leper lady of Boran Road.

Through them I exposed Marziya to pain and charity..but charity does not really drive away the pain it adds more pain like a insult to injury.


I am sure Marziya understand this as she is a very gifted child although she is only two and a half years old.

I know I must have been as intelligent like her when I was bought to Mumbai in '54 from Lucknow I was a year old or two , Mumbai was Bombay than and moved about raw at a slum in Kurla a sha…

There is Hope at the End of a Beggars Bowl

There is Hope at the End of a Beggars Bowl, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. stumps for hands
as her body rusts
her saving grace
yes she believes
in jesus
she is maria
the leper lady
of boran road
much ado
no fuss
with alms
thrown
in her
beggrs bowl
she educated
her daughter
her grand children thus
though what hurts
me her daughter
a beggar too
what could be worse
born as human
on the face of earth
we carry a
karmic curse
beggars
who live on
the benevolence
of another mans purse
when the time comes
a number tag on the toe
looking skywards
in the hearse


If I stop shooting pictures and this is not an empty boast rotate my old street pictures at Flickr I could be posting new pictures everyday, pictures I shot as blanks no text whatsoever ..never had the time to pen my pain on them..

A lot of pictures I had no time to add detail or title or description and these pictures I am in a way re posting as my new poem or thought.

I am not highly educated nor bookish but I mange with a handful of words in the gr…