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The Silhouette Of the Hijab Never Ends

The Silhouette Of the Hijab Never Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,755 items / 1,045,713 views

lighting its way through darkness
to the new generation a new hope sends
within the hijab her religiosity
her humanity she defends
like minded souls she befriends
whats happening in france belgium spain
she does not comprehend
such an uproar over a ladies garment
seems intriguing unnecessary
when we have important things to tend
healing wounds creating a new tomorrow
without barbed fences where people
irrespective of caste color creed can blend
bring racism , terrorism fundamentalism
to its end ..as a symbol of peace
womanhood make sure you give
one to your lady friend the beauty
of the hijab lies in the eyes
of the beholder dont pretend

Life On A Roll

Life On A Roll, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,730 items / 1,045,669 views


beneath the crushing
wheels of the truck
dreams on a stroll
poems are pictures
my camera stole
god gave me images
in my beggars bowl
a sprinkling of words
the angst of my soul
a poet of mumbai
prolifically
producing poems
without birth control

Every Picture Is A Poem If You Read It Like One

Every Picture Is A Poem If You Read It Like One, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,739 items / 1,045,678 views

basking his sorrows
sitting in the sun
life today he says
has lost its fun
now it is only
money money money
god of every one
humility
hospitality
charity
just empty words
now on the run
the soul of man
born in the womb
stuck in the gun
the time for peace
has not yet begun
a karmic cycle of pain
only pain will return

Ghost Dog Shitting On The Street

Ghost Dog Shitting On The Street, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,730 items / 1,045,669 views

on a fucked system
beneath his feet
the rampant corruption
the hafta usuli
the bribe the kickbacks
a circle complete
yes minister
hands folded
he salutes
his seat
it is the dumb
public
gifted to him
sweet and neat
5 years
jyo shan se
roti kapda makan
aur man ka meet
blinfolded
no conscience
just rob and cheat
give take
without receipt
permission granted
no balance sheet
the contractor
while making the bridge
used straw and concrete
the poor get poor
homeless nothing to eat
watching
the rich get richer
in total defeat
we the people
are responsible
for the mess
we will stay away
from the elections
we will be on vacation
another
5 years repeat
the national flag
the dead soldiers
winding sheet
politicizing
the soul of humanity
humidity and heat
along with ghost dog
even man excretes
on a fucked system
a one way street


to benn bell

this is one poem you can
copy save or delet…

Namaz Padega Jannat Jayega

Namaz Padega Jannat Jayega, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
At the back of this ricksha were words I really liked and poetically intrigued me

Namaz Padega Jannat Jayega
to which I add my own

nahi toh
dozakh ki ag main
phatke khayega
tere sat koie
nahi ayega
sale jo bhi
kamaya
neeche reh jayega
teri biwi tere bacche
teri dukan
tere makan
sat nahi ayega
sirf tuh teri neki
teri badhi
sar khuayega
ek bar aya
dubara palat
ke nahi jayega

Street Photography Stray Thoughts and Blogs

Street Photography Stray Thoughts and Blogs, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I am posting about 193 photos from the batch I shot and tweaked a few pictures , mostly street shots and some of Marziya in her new rain coat.


My style of uploading is posting most of my pictures without working on them but I dont know why I delayed uploading this jumbled lot , I was sheer lazy and not in a mood.

I carry my camera to work reluctantly more as a habit than as a choice I shoot randomly and honestly there is no method to my madness.

I am not a photographer like photographer I shoot impulsively without poetry or rhythm.. sometimes I shoot my caged childhood and yours too.. somethings are universal , the streets rains childhood and human emotions that we pan scan and showcase in my case as a photo blog.

And to think of it when I became a blogger I did not know how to use the computer not even how to upload pictures .

I was a disaster as a blogger , I could not manage fonts I type w…

The Healer Called Marziya Shakir

The Healer Called Marziya Shakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 99,326 items / 602,426 views


the little girl in the picture is my muse
through her the soul of my poetry l enthused
i would have loved my daughter
the same way had the bottle of booze
my soul not abused i was too drunk
alcoholic stupor my self all
other things i refused relationships
i used i was truly a victim and accused
but the birth of marziya giving up
the pain of life holistically healed
a new blood instead of alcohol transfused
a new membrane a new skin over the parts that
were internally bruised a new hope a new dawn
through marziya shakir a gifted healer i was rescued

1August 2010 6pm Mumbai

this is a poem inspired by a facebook comment

The Healer Called Marziya Shakir

The Healer Called Marziya Shakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 99,326 items / 602,426 views


the little girl in the picture is my muse
through her the soul of my poetry l enthused
i would have loved my daughter
the same way had the bottle of booze
my soul not abused i was too drunk
alcoholic stupor my self all
other things i refused relationships
i used i was truly a victim and accused
but the birth of marziya giving up
the pain of life holistically healed
a new blood instead of alcohol transfused
a new membrane a new skin over the parts that
were internally bruised a new hope a new dawn
through marziya shakir a gifted healer i was rescued

1August 2010 6pm Mumbai

this is a poem inspired by a facebook comment

Humility Lies at the Feet of Man

Humility Lies at the Feet of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,233 views

Most of my pictures on the streets that show me in the frame are shot by bystanders guys who have never ever used a SLR digital camera.

And I am updating this set Appu My Friend at Flickr... as I am posting some of these images to Facebook for my friends.

most of the time
we complain
our short height
our club feet
cause us pain
our long hands
our bow legged legs
a big protruding belly
makes us look insane
the women complain
more than us because
they have beauty
but lack a brain
a flat chest
a flat ass
varicose veins
cause them
much
greater pain
so obviously
when i shoot
appu my best friend
i thank god
i thank hussain
for making me
what i am
with all my flaws
more sensitive
more humane

I always gagged on the silver spoon.
says citizen kane

Life is a Tamasha On The Streets of Mumbai

Life is a Tamasha On The Streets of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 99,327 items / 602,445 views


I am updating this picture today dated 1 Aug 2010 and I copy a comment on Facebook about Appu.. by Tya Gem a friend to whom I dedicates this post ..


The little girl at that time 23 months is my photographer grand daughter Marziya Shakir who shoots the streets with a Nikon D 80.


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Tya Gem this is a beautiful photo.. determination and presistance with added courage is the wake up call to human will
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Tya Gem
Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education alone will not; the world is full of educat...ed derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race…

I Shot Humanity Through The Ass

Decisive Moment of Pedestrian Poetry

Decisive Moment of Pedestrian Poetry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Some pictures are predestined , I had my camera loaded with slide film I shot it, and this has to be shot fast, or it loses the aspect of its poetry of human life..
I normally stood aside from Appu , however my attire is such that more than Appu it is I who becomes the crowd puller..

And this is human nature, warped human nature..
On the streets of Mumbai to dress up like me requires sartorial courage..
The flip side is that even the cops dont spare you..
Earlier I wore the Pathan Kulla , but gave up wearing it it completely as I was getting earmarked as a would be terrorist..getting stopped at Nakabandis..security check required...

But I never changed my attire though I toned it down considerably..

And so shooting dressed like me gets me great expressions from my subjects..

I shot the Bandra Station Idd Namaz.. dressed in my usual attire , but than now at Bandra , the Bandra Police show more leniency.…

Appu My Friend - A Blog Within a Blog

Appu My Friend - A Blog Within a Blog, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,163 views


I dedicate this picture and text to Dr Glenn Losack MD ..
This is Appu my friend shot a few years back in June 2003 on slide.

I have not met Appu since the time we shot him jointly at St Michaels Church Mahim.

Appu means a lot to me, he is an epitome of struggle , and once you meet him you will change your entire view of living.. on a precipice.

Living on the edge we all do..quite comfortably.

When I met Appu with Dr Glenn Losack MD he had already changed, a Muslim stubble a Muslim skull cap..

These are Appus early pictures where one saw him beyond the parameters of enforced religiosity.

Here he is human...

I have never , never asked Appu how he became limbless.
was never curious about his story , but that he existed carrying this huge burden of a torso was all that mattered..

And I am happy I am blogging this a few minutes away from my 28 th fast..I was awake till 3 am - …

God Works In Strange Ways

God Works In Strange Ways, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,101 views

sometimes god
works in strange ways
through another mans pain
shows you life parting
the waves in a world
of cowards where
live the braves
lives that were lost
marooned on the
shores 'of despair
within a nano second
he has saved
on the forehead of man
his humanity
engraved
to each ones
destiny a path
he has paved

Appu and Me

Appu and Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. all my pics shot by dr glenn losack md

appu my best friend and me
shot by glenn losack
for posterity
tears on the dimpled
cheek
of adversity
humanity
is zilch
if you dont
have humility
humility
is
truth as human eyes
though which another
mans pain you see
relive a moment
set your manacled
soul free as glenn
would say
bahut shukriya jee

3 Little Monkeys

3 Little Monkeys, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,072 views

In this picture I have caught two ends of a color palette chalky white and blackish brown
when a photographer of repute and renown came to shoot humanity in our town
a tryst with pain down side up right side down he sat next to a stump where others
would frown he felt a human pain deep down shot by another brownish black clown
an offer to shoot Darwinian monkeys he could not turn down a picture within a poem
he writes down fuck grammar syntax fuck all verbs noun pronoun..by time and tide
now mowed down barefeet a bleeding crown a chaotic calamity wont calm down

main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya

main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,063 views

Movie Name: Hum Dono (1961)
Singer: Mohd Rafi
Music Director: Jaidev
Lyrics: Sahir Ludhianvi
Year: 1961
Producer: Navketan
Director: Amarjeet
Actors: Dev Anand, Jagirdar, Lalita Pawar, Leela Chitnis, Nanda, Rashid Khan, Sadhana
Theme: Family Drama



Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya

Barbadiyon Ka Shok Manana Fizul Tha
Barbadiyon Ka Jashan Manata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Jo Mil Gaya Usi Ko Muqaddar Samajh Liya
Jo Kho Gaya Maein Usko Bhulata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Gham Aur Khushi Mein Farq Na Mehsoos Ho Jahan
Maein Dil Ko Us Muqaam Pe Laata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Appu and His Sister at Chor Bazar

Appu and His Sister at Chor Bazar, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,045,060 views

Appu has changed a lot since I shot this picture at Chor Bazar , he has become more Mouzie meaning Muslim , skull cap beard growth etc but he is still jovial , and lives his way through life..

He does not call out or draw your attention to get alms like other beggars do , he does it with dignity and grace.

Appu is the story of Life and I would not want anyone of you to ever relive it.

But I do take courage from him and my flaws become minimal when I think of Appus own disabilities and how he has overcome it.

Appu was blown by a minefield called Fate.. and he lives to tell his story through my pictures ..of him.

The Goat That Loved To Butt Appu

The Goat That Loved To Butt Appu, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
135,645 items / 1,045,047 views

This was shot at Chor Bazar a long time back and this is the truant goat that would butt Appu most of the time but his little sister would shoo her away .

The only problem shooting Appu here at Chor Bazar or at Mahim is the crowd mentality they appear from nowhere and the shop keepers get mad as it hinders their business and at Mahim it causes traffic snarls.

So I dont what is in store for Marziya when she shoots Appu with my Nikon D 80 one of these days.

Appu and His Sister at The Shia Cemetery Shabbarat

Appu and His Sister at The Shia Cemetery Shabbarat, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,044,909 views

Its been close to three years since I shot this picture pain is the hard core reality in this picture , and the cemetery was crowded for Shabbarat prayers , and the ground was wet and soggy.

This is a rare picture of Appu my best friend and his sister I shot them both at Chor Bazar too , and she is his guardian angel

There is a story too with his sister guarding him , there are beggars drug addicts who snatch his days earnings and run away , but the worst is when he was at Chor Bazar a goat took dislike to his stunted form and would try to knock him off.. so not having legs or hands you cant do so many things that are quintessentially Indian pastimes , you know what I mean I would not want add cheek and jowl here.

Flies too trouble Appu and mosquitoes too.

And he stopped sitting at Chor Bazar a place I have not visited since a very long time.

Maybe Musli…

Armless Harmless Legless Akimbo

Armless Harmless Legless Akimbo, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,044,898 views

As a street photographer I tried to show you pain , a pain of a man
armless legless harmless akimbo time stood till while his pain ran
a human tree stump of misfortune growing from within
a garbage can he is what he is appu my best friend height grandeur
as he stands poverty soul enhancing Indian brand supply
greater than demand a few coins at your beck and command

Appu In The Rains

Appu In The Rains, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,645 items / 1,044,840 views

I shot this in 2007 during the Shia Shabbarat celebrations , and this is the entry path to Rehmatabad Shia cemetery Mazgaon .

This was a post without text I am updating today 1 Aug 2010.


The Shias come to pray for the souls of their ancestors offer fatiah on the graves , there are two ways of seeing this the ones in the graves are the sleeping dead and the beggars begging for salvation of your soul are the living dead.

This picture of Appu haunts me even now and I could have shot this by changing my angle of view but I was far too timid and embarrassed., and as I shoot my pictures as poems it is tough being a photographer in situations such as these.

That is why most of my beggar shots are not face to face at all.

Perhaps I am a bigger beggar than the beggars I shoot a lot of beggars and sanctimonious shit heads who see me shooting beggar pictures think I do it for money or to show my…

I Post My Pictures at Flickr I Blog at Facebook

I Post My Pictures at Flickr I Blog at Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,644 items / 1,044,802 views

I upload my pictures at Flickr I add text dramatize street pain realistically even if I am using a creative tool..but of late I blog at Facebook simply as I am inter acting via comments at Facebook and not at Flickr.

A Facebook reader within my circle of friends who comments on my street pictures is honest sincere sensitive and more intelligent than me by far, my Facebook friends are the icing on the cake of my blog..abd I mean it , my Facebook friends are not mere faces they are body and soul too, and I am sure once in a while Mr Marc Zuckerburg reads me too slyly or shyly of course .

I blog to educate and its a fact I blog to educate myself through your comments.

My Facebook friends are human as human as the pictures I shoot of humanity on the streets clutching to a straw of disappearing hope.

I have blocked people at Facebook when they got nasty and ridic…

Untouchable Pain

Untouchable Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,643 items / 1,044,801 views

a new sunday has come
an old sunday has gone
from one week to another
i slept on a dead
bed of thorns
soliloquizing silently
the soul of my song
my body is weak
my spirit not strong
in a hired dead body
my pathos my pain
my anguish belongs
fighting despair
as my demon
my story lifelong
like a pet dog
on a chain
slavishly
comes along
my stiffing stay
death loves
to prolong
a poem
within
a picture
reptilian
remorse
a tear
from my eye
my slithering
swan song
i maybe right
my luck
all wrong

Untouchable Pain

Untouchable Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,643 items / 1,044,801 views

a new sunday has come
an old sunday has gone
from one week to another
i slept on a dead
bed of thorns
soliloquizing silently
the soul of my song
my body is weak
my spirit not strong
in a hired dead body
my pathos my pain
my anguish belongs
fighting despair
as my demon
my story lifelong
like a pet dog
on a chain
slavishly
comes along
my stiffing stay
death loves
to prolong
a poem
within
a picture
reptilian
remorse
a tear
from my eye
my slithering
swan song
i maybe right
my luck
all wrong

The Macho Miya Male

The Macho Miya Male, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,642 items / 1,044,461 views


begging
on the soul
of adversity
a poor muslim
female
walking
the ramp
of street life
the miya
macho male
this is real
not a fairy tale
ashamed
of her bad times
in silence
she let out a
painful wail
i heard it
through my camera
a lady broken down
hammered beaten
sickly and frail
my poem on her trail

Horn Please Dont Overtake Dead Body

Horn Please Dont Overtake Dead Body, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,641 items / 1,044,442 views

I was in a ricksha and at the back of us was an ambulance in a hurry with a dead body and the ricksha was not giving him side so he pulled over and blasted my rickshaw guy..

I apologized on behalf of my ricksha driver and let the ambulance over take us..

Than I took the shot of a unknown persons last journey.

Perhaps I thought the unknown person or dead body was a dead poet like me wanting to say good bye to me , maybe he was a Facebook subscriber had tried to add me as a friend and in my fucked mental state I kept hitting the ignore button.

And now for one last time he made the final attempt to add me and I obliged..

May His Soul Rest In Peace .

He will be happy as I add him to my Facebook Wall pictures ,a gallery of Hope within Despair sometimes a dead friend among the living you share he wont comment like your post I swear..

Blogging The Soul of Humanity

Blogging The Soul of Humanity, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,639 items / 1,044,402 views

It is raining heavily as I blog this here , and the picture I shot a few days back it was only drizzling than , so imagine her plight now as I document her pain , she lives on the street close to my house and her only shelter from the vagaries of monsoonal fury is the umbrella in the picture , she does not say a word when I shoot her pictures I give her money and she is fond of my grand daughter Marziya who gives her money too.

I call her the Umbrella Lady of Bandra Reclamation..

She is not a beggar but real hard harsh times have caught up with her karmic fate.

Now you know why such pictures human stories escape the newspapers luckily they have left us the untouchables of life to shoot ..or I would be cursing my camera for lying idle at home on a rainy day.

Sometimes being a prolific photographer you are a positive spam too.. on the soul of drugged humanity.


And I am a po…

Under The Umbrella of Allah

Under The Umbrella of Allah, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,638 items / 1,044,382 views

under the umbrella
hand held by Allah
over our heads
we are his children
we are all one
maligned
misinterpreted
scriptures
divide and rule
the soul
of Islam
in the muzzle
of a gun
round
the waist
of a suicide
bomber
a misguided
jehad of hate
a nubile virgin
for a loved one
muslims
love killing muslims
just for kicks
just for fun
the rogue mullah
on the run
if only we could
live in peace
as muslims
beyond shias sunnis
sectarian strife
under the universal
canopy
of Allah
may his will be done
the battle of peace
the victory of truth
could have already
been won
as a peace loving
humanity loving
ethnicity
we would
have been No1
unfortunately
in the womb
of our motherhood
it is a killing machine
we churn tears
ashes
in the soul of the urn
a lesson
we do not wish
to learn
along
with the world
we burn
we burn
we burn

In The Wastelands of My Mind

In The Wastelands of My Mind, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,637 items / 1,044,251 views

sometimes
i wonder
if i cut open
my head
what would
i find
cerebral chaos
littered used
condom like words
repeatedly dead
resurrected words
distempered words
defecated deleted
discriminated words
scribbled notes
fuck words
bad words
sad words
all glaring
at me
accusingly
in the waste bin
of my mind
seminal
germinal
words of all kind
like a torn tattered
dictionary
time has
been unkind
in the wastelands
of my mind
cosmic chaos
the soul of mankind
gray matter
brain cells aligned
a pedestrian
poet his bathos
going bad to worse
fucked from behind
dog eared pages
of love letters
my love gone blind
the soul of my poetry
my anguish
my pathos
to the fires
consigned
a garbage dump
on the mound
of Venus
irritatingly
inclined
what i
never owned
can never
be mine

The Long Winding Road of Pain

The Long Winding Road of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,636 items / 1,044,211 views

I am a street poet who shoots pain as it shoots my insides too.

And mind you I am crazy I could go stand next to them look like them to make you feel what they feel.. yes this is what it means to shoot the children of a lesser god.


I have begged along with the rafaees from shop to shop I have begged along with the Naga Sadhus with my Naga Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Junagdh Akhada at the Kumbh.. eaten left overs and felt like a beggar so I know the humiliation at being a beggar..

Begging is not about humility it is about humiliation being human in an inhuman world.


And I began shooting beggars recently after I met Dr Glenn Losack MD my menor and now my extended family a white man and an American Jew.

I have shot beggars before instilled the photography of beggars as poetry, I shot beggars at Hussain Tekri Jaorah Ajmer and Lucknow but those pictures were pictures my new pi…