Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Beggar From Mumbai Captured in a Blog

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Please Dont Disturb My Nations Cosmic Consciousness Is Asleep

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 ...

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The Faceless Indian On the Streets of Chennai

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

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So Now You Know Why I Call Myself a Hindu Shia..

I pay respect to the land where I live where I was born where I will die..

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What Will Happen To Our Raja You Think ?

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/

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Life is a Clothesline Where Hopes Are Hung To Dry

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To Ray Lucero Lover of Humanity -Song of Man

Good Morning! Firoze

Here is a poem that is not mine, but one that speaks to my heart.
Love,
Ray Lucero

SONG OF MAN



I was here from the moment of the

Beginning, and here I am still. And

I shall remain here until the end

Of the world, for there is no

Ending to my grief-stricken being.



I roamed the infinite sky, and

Soared in the ideal world, and

Floated through the firmament. But

Here I am, prisoner of measurement.



I heard the teachings of Confucius;

I listened to Brahma’s wisdom;

I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge.

Yet here am I, existing with ignorance

And heresy.



I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses;

I saw the Nazarene’s miracles at the Jordan;

I was in Medina when Mohammed visited.

Yet here I am, prisoner of bewilderment.



Then I witnessed the might of Babylon;

I learned the glory of Egypt;

I viewed the warring greatness of Rome.

Yet my earlier teachings showed the

Weakness and sorrow of those achievements.



I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour;

I debated with the priests of Assyria;

I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine.

Yet, I am still seeking the truth.



I gathered wisdom from quiet India;

I probed the antiquity of Arabia;

I heard all that can be heard.

Yet, my heart is deaf and blind.



I suffered at the hands of despotic rulers;

I suffered slavery under insane invaders;

I suffered hunger imposed by tyranny;

Yet, I still possess some inner power

With which I struggle to greet each day.



My mind is filled, but my heart is empty;

My body is old, but my heart is an infant.

Perhaps in youth my heart will grow, but I

Pray to grow old and reach the moment of

My return to God. Only then will my heart fill!



I was here from the moment of the

Beginning, and here I am still. And

I shall remain here until the end

Of the world, for there is no

Ending to my grief-stricken being.



Kahlil Gibran

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Zinda Rahe


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

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A Private Moment of Shia Pain

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20,255 Views on My Pictures Today at Flickr

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Cooking a New Hope For a Better Tomorrow

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Shitting on the Soul of Politics The Common Man of India

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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

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Only a Blog Enters Where Angels Fear To Tread

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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

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