Please Dont Disturb My Nations Cosmic Consciousness Is Asleep, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. politicians party make merry as the nations sleeps fucked from ass hole to eternity the common man weeps his birth on a garbage heap his soul mired neck deep what he sows another man reaps on his dead body another man leaps blood and pus from his body seeps as maggots insects from his dead soul creep ...empty handed he came empty handed he goes his earning his property another man keeps ...
The Faceless Indian On the Streets of Chennai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. her needs bare minimum her flesh fetid dead and numb she lives on leftovers broken crumbs but hold on she is free under nobody's thumb though they call her a beggar also a street scum her fate stretched out like the face of a beleaguered beaten drum the faceless indian to her cosmic fate surrenders and succumbs from here to kingdom come
What Will Happen To Our Raja You Think ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. why do the northern people create such a stink our beloved raja was doing the right thing he is a magician who created wealth for others out of nothing oh his opponents are jealous so stones they sling oh only if he had given them something he would have not lost his power above all things our raja a holy saint an angel with wings how they torture him wanting him to sing matrix of corruption is not the only evil thing now maybe that radia woman was a an accidental fling bad luck to our raja she did bring a conspiracy they say there must be a hidden hand master of the ring hope humanity minus the bling politics is a pendulum both sides it swings what goes down up it will spring singh is king/
Zinda Rahe, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. zinda rahe toh agle baras hum chennai ayenge gar chal base to moharam in chennai ab zindagi bhar internet par dekh payenge bib zehra ke ansu phir yad ayenge karbala aur ashura dilasa dilayenge
homeless hopeless useless such is his life fucked every bit wherever he goes corruption scams that the system admits lethargy apathy to which the soul of bad governance submits more crimes rising prices misplaced justice outwits democracy a plane with no pilot in the cockpit pushed mid air by netas half wit self suicidal on the face of it a system unfit who really is the actual culprit so i captured him in open air shitting on the soul of politics
shooting blood sweat and tears scourging backs adults children cutting their heads an epistle from a pulpit of a camera where the message cannot be misread shias wear black highlighted by the color of bleeding red on embers of coal as they tread burning feet molten lead hussain al minni ana minal hussain he rightfully said i am proud to be a shia on the lucky ones forehead to save humanity his head on a platter as he bled a river of blood on the parched ground as it spread karbala and ashura symbols of freedom for the oppressed