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Aurat Kapda Aur Dukan

Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge

The Poet Undefeated

The Poet Undefeated, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,084 items / 1,219,472 views

remorseful
in the cab seated
yes it was for
a minutes pleasure
that he cheated
seminal saturated
depleted a tryst
with a transvestite
from lahore
now a chapter
on facebook
forgotten ignored
deleted
pretentiously
poetic pedestrian
john keated
badly ill treated
erotic neurotic
over heated
a pause
implausible
introspective
much needed
over and over again
re tweeted

ps my poetry shop has no shutters ...a thought conceded

Parsi Dairy Farm.. Dreams Never Die

My Camera Gives You An Extra Pair Of Eyes

My Camera Gives You An Extra Pair Of Eyes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,084 items / 1,219,463 views

beneath
the feet of woman
another man cries
one doomed another one dies
at the mercy of her charity
at her doorstep he lies
wingless poems
learn to fly from
a moving cab
i see what
you would never see
a picture i poetize
pictures pickled as truth
a drug that gives a high
somethings in life
you sell somethings
you 'cannot buy
your mothers blessings
the tear in her eye

The Muslim Taxi Driver From Allahabad

The Muslim Taxi Driver From Allahabad, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,080 items / 1,219,456 views

some become taxi drivers
some become sharukh khan
'masters 'of their fate
some endlessly wait
at the doors of destiny
with an empty plate
they come to mumbai
city of corrugated dreams
from every town and state
the bangladeshi tantric
with a counterfeit ration card
pan card passport
little innocent girls bait
everybody on times
roller skate
kismet aur khali pet
mumbai the city
they love and hate
vegetable sellers
become leaders
power a political gate
corruption scams to mate
the non actors
from pakistan
bombs that detonate
builder political nexus
escalating real estate
policemen become
criminals a system
unholy trait

This Santa Was So Horny He Made Kids Sit On His Laps

This Santa Was So Horny He Made Kids Sit On His Laps, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,072 items / 1,219,159 views

now the only guy that could play santa
fat funny jovial was a harmless chap
tyres round his waist lot of flap
many years back the local
whore had given him the clap
he was still caught in time wrap
now he was hitting back
at the system from scrap
libidinous leaking tap
he was jobless cash strapped
he played santa as stop gap
high blood pressure
over excited he gasped
shaking wobbling red cap
swollen feet kneecap
double chin ear flap
not just santarchy
he was caught in a
karmic death trap
because once
he had cheated
the local whore
she had cut of
his pecker
its remains
huddled cuddled
in his jockstrap
this santa was an
australian racist poet
gay pedophile
also known as hubcap
a poet hunter racist poet
he hated Indians
from the land of the
rising sun on the map

Bandra Bazar Road Old Charm..

Sunbathing At Bandra Bazar Road

The Poets Paradise Bandra Bazar Road

Selling Desi Murgis To Eke a Living

The Pesky Photographer Shoots

Menhant Kar Insan Jag Utha

The House Of God Gets A New Coat

This Should Be Your Daily Diet Dont Eat Dead Meat

Santa Was So Horny He Made Kids Sit On His Laps

My House Has More Windows Than Doors

Marziya Imitates Her Aunt Samiya ..

Only The Rich Man Needs A Home In India The Poor Man.. God Fuck His Soul

If Dreams Were Onions The Housewife Would Not Cry ..Rs 50 kg

Toot Na Jaye Sapne Main Darta Hoon

Outgrowing Fashion As a Child

The Child Is Saved By Mother in Nick of Time

The Accident On The Road .. Mother Father Child and A Bike

After A Rest She Goes Back To Beg On The Streets ..

The Beggar Children Are Happy They Are Born Directy From The Womb of Mother Earth

Why Are Beggar Children More Happier Than Our Own Kids?

This Is Pain I Shot at A Doctors Clinic

What If The Eunuchs Were Given A Chance To Run Our Country

What If The Eunuchs Were Given A Chance To Run Our Country, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,054 items / 1,218,994 views

Their beat revolves as beggars between the two Bandra signals , Turner Road and the Pamposh Linking Road Signal.

Most of them know me as I meet the on the cross roads of life..they think I am crazy shooting them , for no rhyme or reason , some think I am tantrik trying to rob them of the last vestige of their remaining manhood or womanhood whatever you wish to call.

Because I carry a camera because I meet them I shoot them and besides I have a hijra website that needs to be updated too from time to time.. and to bring their cause to the forefront.

I shoot them as human beings without lasciviousness .I show you a hijra as a hijra and as a hijra only.

And I am sure if they were given a chance to run the country they would do a more efficient and clean job, and here I will give my fecund poetic imagination rest .. yes I would not mind by being ruled…

The Koli Woman .. On Her Way To Work..

The Koli Woman .. On Her Way To Work.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Perseverance handwork sincerity honesty are qualities you learn from the early settlers of Mumbai the Koli women a very intrepid race proud and humble too..

The Muslim Lady Is Simply A Prop For The Muslim Man

The Muslim Lady Is Simply A Prop For The Muslim Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,072 items / 1,219,070 views

And these are my personal views as a street photographer of the women I shoot , for the Muslim girl her life of hardships begins when her parents try to palm her of to the first bidder as the Muslim girl is risk prone and a constant liability.

Marriage is a game of chance and a loaded dice a good man may bring relief to her cycle of pain , but the few I have shot have et with marital mishaps and end up begging on the streets , rehabilitation is a though far away from the Muslim collective ethos..

The Muslim woman I speak locally is machine produce kids keep the miya happy , his family happy , and this is the situation in the slums and the makeshift houses on the streets where they dwell.

So every year when I shoot the Eid Namaz I show you the angst of the poor Muslim beggar woman face concealed and begging hands that will forever be begging till their t…

Zindagi Ke Safar Main Guzar Jate Hain Woh Makam Phir Nahi Ate

Zindagi Ke Safar Main Guzar Jate Hain Woh Makam Phir Nahi Ate, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. This was a very quick shot and most of my street pictures I shoot from the back a perspective of life on the move, I carry the camera most of the time and dont hesitate to shoot what my mind triggers , impulsively..my pictures are bouts of street craziness as captured by my chaotic mind..I use full frame and it includes eternity as it exists .. as a poetry of the drama of life.

I dont mix I stay to myself far away from congregational ethos of man , i dont socialize I just work and my pictures are my moments before and after work shot as street cameos.

I sit at home and my lap top is my best friend keeps me occupied at home Marziya adds to the extra zest in life with her tattle and her non stop chat.

My House Imambada On The First Day Of Moharam Chand Nikla Hai Mahe Aza Ka

My House Imambada On The First Day Of Moharam Chand Nikla Hai Mahe Aza Ka, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,058 items / 1,219,001 views

My daughter Samiya and my elder daughter in law did the first matam,in the absence of my wife who is in Damascus , she has gone for Ziyarat or spiritual tour , and I can imagine that though close to the Roza of Bibi Zainab her heart might wander homeward for a fraction of a moment .

The house Imambada has been decorated by my elder sons wife and the Alams are part of our family heirlooms in old silver polished a few days back..it is a small Imambada that houses our Shia spirituality.

I shot two frames and the first ladies matam goes like this at my house ..

ahle emon main gul hai buka ka chand nikla hai mahe aza ka
kyon na matam ho shahe huda ka , chand nikla hai mahe aza ka

dushmanone watan se nikala hai yasranb main rehne na paya
hai safar main wali ab khuda ka chand nikla hai mahe aza ka

ro ke bola mazare nabi pe waqt e ruksat …

I Shoot Myself In The Mirror Of Life

I Shoot Myself In The Mirror Of Life, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 155,040 items / 1,218,982 views

I dont know why I shoot barbers but yes I shoot barbers at grass root level the people I shoot cant afford hair stylists for sure , and so I shoot this roadside hair cutting saloon on my way to work.. he is used to my Alfred Hitchcock cameo , forcing myself to the frame I shoot .. a silhouette of a blogger in the street mirror of life.

For those of you who have recently added me as friend I dont celebrate my birthday at all, firstly because my childhood friend who studied for a short while with me at Holy Name High School Fort died on the day I was supposed to have been born,I have not got over his death till date my dear departed friend Ramesh Anna or Ramesh Alva.

The other reason i wont be celebrating my birthday or any happy Indian feast day is because I am in the midst of Moharam ,which for us Shias , I am a Shia too , is the greatest period of tragedy , we mourn…