I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Shot By Marziya Shakir on Nikon D 80
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What can I tell you about this shot it goes beyond the decisive moment ..
What Is God ?
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God is different things to different people , one may say God is the creation of mans mind , another might say if there was no God man would have invented him.
Beyond the world of religiosity lies the universal God of Peace Hope and Humanity., and this is the God of the Artist, the artist has his God embedded in his Art.
And if you really really want to see God , look into the panoramic soul of a childs eyes , and you will see God and in case you dont see him than God when he made you forgot to gift you with the inner sight required too see the spectral light in the soul of darkness.
Marziya is two and a half year old child , gifted with a fine tuned perception, she comes here to the Ganesha workshop by invitation , the Artists here bond with her and they give her the privilege of coloring hope on the outer layer the Lords divinity.
Marziya is left handed so she moves from artist to artist and from one idol to the next , but this time with my camera Nikon D80 round her neck, held by me she took shots of these artists at work sitting on the floor I lost count of the number of pictures she shot.
She presses the shutter herself she does not need the viewfinder as she closes both here eye and shoots a perfect picture flawless and embedded with her signature stamp.
She does not shoot like me but our pictures might be similar because we are both One , I am the Banyan tree of Life and she gives me sustenance through the branches of her Soul.
I am an Artist too but less gifted than her and this is my gift to another artist more gifted than than both of us more human too her Uncle Salman Khan..
This is our tribute to him to start life with Da Bang...
Sathi Hath Badana
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ek akela mar jaye
dusre ki lash uthana
sathi hath badana
bhik mangar
ek din jald
khuda ko muh
hai deekhana
sathi hath badana
lashe ka wazan uthna
with due apologies
These Are People Who Die Every Day Bit By Bit
These Are People Who Die Every Day Bit By Bit, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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staring at the
dead soul of humanity
on the edge of a pit
seeking hope on a path unlit
once they were happy like you
by bad karma they got hit
doomed destiny
as they sit
these are people
who die every day bit by bit
each one has
a different story
painful played
out as a skit
thrown out by
their children
in their old age
writing
their own obit
fate cheated
them
brilliantly to wit
no man
is born a beggar
society
makes
him a beggar
at the face of it
i see with
my camera
what you
dont want
to see with
your eyes
is that it
as a photographer
i too die
bit by bit
with every
shot i take
my soul gets hit
a thought
my own doomed
deprivation
my own misery
with my own hand
my throat slits
i am not a poet
just a juggler
of words
frustratingly
over dressed
in a crazy outfit
what god
gives me
as food for
thought
over the internet
to you
through
the internet
i crazily transmit
through
the soul
of an image
a poem
i knit
at the end
of the day
this blogging
flogging slogging
tires me out
my head against
a stony
pillow i hit
to a momentary death
called
sleep
my soul
i submit
I posted this picture last night as a link at Facebook..I was devilishly tired , my eyelids puffed , my computer keeps crashing time and again like my own lifes unwritten script., I got up for y 10 ramzan fast and these words escaped stealthily from the cage of my head..words that aimlessly squander my pain and act as a catharsis of my angst anguish and poetic pathos..
Am I a poet
Fuck I am not..
through words i live
in words
i rot
i am an
unpublished poet
the world forgot
rubbing my face
in the earth
was not
part of this plot
i am nothing
on the seat
of her toilet
a seminal blot
my destiny
like a drunken
whore
legs spread
lies on a creaky cot
call me a cunt
but dont
call her a twat
i got killed
with this
picture
i shot
This is Humanity in a Plastic Body Bag
these are
pictures of life
as is where is
the presswala
the magazinewala
will never shoot
why?
because pictures
of salman khan
bipasaha basu
john abraham
is what sells
they loot
or pictures of
deepika padukone
siddhartha mallya
ranbir kapoor
so shooting
the living dead
in a plastic bag
is my labors fruit
taking me back
to my roots my
past my present
my future
my childrens
children s
off shoots
the poor trampled
unde a lesser
gods boots
This is the Muslim World of Pain
demoralizing
my humanity
his spastic
spasmodic
pain a moment
in timelessness
only the godly
on the streets
can attain
a windowless
door less world
of Muslim pain
crushing the roots
of my heart
the wrenching
the branches
of my brain
i took a step backwards
almost fell into a drain
The Beggars Bowl Gets Wet In The Rains
and it rains and it rains and it rains
hidden beneath the soul of an umbrella
held captive to a fucked fate of a beggar
in chains like this from one generation
to the next he will remain perched
as a flesh eating maggot living
in the drain in a Muslim world of pain
The Silhouette of the Hijab
alignment
of our spirituality
with our morality
at ease the soul
of Islam
nothing else
to please
womanhood
the fountainhead
of our future
brotherhood and peace
embedded in the soul
of my poetry images
such as these
The Muslim World of Pain
humanity
bound to
a chain
when it
shines
it rains
hope
searching
for solace
in the valley
mountains
poetic plains
hearts numb
bombarded
brains
standing
on one leg
the wisdom
of the crane
The Princess and The Dwarf
caught
between
a tear and a laugh
happiness
in a glass
sometime full
sometimes half
life held captive
within a graph
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
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on the soul of humanity
regardless of pride
beggarly emotions
beggarly woes
misery and despair
they would not hide
a karmic fate
of uncertainty
thy would abide
they were born
minutes before
all hope died
the rich mans god
not by their side
all men are born equal
someone had lied
Life Sometimes Is Nothing But Death In Disguise
Life Sometimes Is Nothing But Death In Disguise, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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i shoot
human beings
poor devastated
human beings
legless armless
formless human beings
eyeless faceless
human beings
now you call
them beggars
for convenience sake
lifeless homeless
human beings
hopeless groundless
human beings
living dead
bed less cot less
human beings
made in the image
of god godless
image less
human beings
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