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If Pictures Were Horses Bloggers Would Ride

If Pictures Were Horses Bloggers Would Ride, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,571 items / 1,440,866 views

holistically healing
the pain inside
a pain within
the soul
of a picture
as poetry hides
to the one
who sees it
a pain confides
i was born
the day
my god died
hung on a cross
he survived
i am dead
he is alive
catapulting me
into space
time and tide
loving a
spectral beauty
my humility
her pride
her arrogance
her conceit
her pomposity
her snide
a rollers coaster ride
sometimes up
sometimes down
i wept
i cried
rolls eyes
some joyride
lying a living
corpse
on the wayside
doomed
deleted a kick
on his backside

Mr Mukesh Parpiani and Me

Mr Mukesh Parpiani and Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 86,544 items / 523,802 views

Mr Mukesh Parpiani is a living legend per se.. as a kind human being and a creative photographer ..he is the only one to have dared to shoot Mr Chaggan Bhujbal in an encounter with the Mumbai Police.. a mind blowing picture that Mr Bhujbal wont forget..

Mr Mukesh Parpiani is the curator of Piramal Art Gallery..a very kind sensitive soul...

The Shia Blogger of Mumbai

The Shia Blogger of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,571 items / 1,440,871 views

a bleeding pain
a scream less cry
why why why
a fruitless sigh
dreams too die
lord of the flies
in a pigsty
metaphoric
world of pain
despair
morbidity
a punctured eye
half shut
half open
within
the silence
as her reply
khuda hafiz
alvida
goodbye

The Beggar Poet Of Mumbai

The Beggar Poet Of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,571 items / 1,440,826 views

to believe
or not to believe
in fate bothers
me a lot
walking on embers
of life's torturous
moments barefeet
burning hot
in the prison cell
of my making
i bleed and rot
staking my claim
on a piece of plot
her heart her mind
her soul a passing
thought oozing pain
allover his surrounding
a broken clay pot
a nuisance like a fly
she inconsequentially
swats he deserves
what he got frailty
thy name is woman
life comes a full circle
a journey aborts
left midway by
karmic hope
deleted dreams
on the horizon
come to naught
why why why
she says so what

The Beggar Poet of Mumbai.. Shoots Poems With A Camera

every dog has his day

every dog has his day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,570 items / 1,440,456 views

he was sad too
his female
great Dane
had run away
he looked deeply
into my eyes
so much
he wanted to say
but i refused
his polite gesture
when he said
another one
might come
your way
bad days
will go away
i shall wait
hope positively
till her birthday
for a homecoming
i will pray
every day
blogging
the soul of
my despair
i have
nothing
but pain
to share
a thought
makes me
nervous
makes me
scared
from his ricksha
into my painful
eyes he stared
both of us
by karmic fate
entrapped
ensnared
a cosmic
moment
holding
eternity
we both
bared

if i die dont shed tears for me

if i die dont shed tears for me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,569 items / 1,440,440 views

i am flying away from your window sill never to come back ever again hame bhool jaiye

kasam khaiye
uff hame
is tarah na satiye
rahem khaiye
hame bhool jaiye
baz aiye
mujhe apne
hal par chod dein
ap apne ghar jaiye
mere hath ki bani hui
haleem mat khaieye
thake huen hain
ap so jaiye

words she said na dauriye mare hue murde ko na jagaiye jhooti kasme na khaieye kute jaisi doom na hilaeye mohabbat ke jal main na phasieye man jaiye ..meri ruswai pehchan jaiye ..

this dog kissed my hand from a moving ricksha he understood my pain.. and whispered every dog has his day...moved away with a grin and a smirk...making me feel like a stupid jerk...

Khuda Hafiz

Khuda Hafiz, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,568 items / 1,440,343 views

Khuda Hafiz (Perso-Arabic:, Urdu: خُدا حافِظ, khudā hāfiz), usually shortened to Khodafez in Persian,[1] is a parting phrase traditionally used by Persian, Kurdish, and South Asian Muslims. The locution is the most common parting phrase among Muslims in India, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Bangladesh, & Iran. [

on the soul
of sorrow
unborn
tomorrow
a parting kiss
khuda hafiz
ever single
moment
of her throaty
unstoppable
laughter
i will miss
the line
went dead
something
was amiss
what was hers
was not his
he presumed
love for friendship
just like this
a karmic accident
no peace of mind
stolen bliss
warrior queen
goddess
an ethereal
princess
from her court
had me
dismissed

Frozen Time

Frozen Time, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,567 items / 1,440,337 views

I am a beggar poet and a street photographer.. I beg for pictures in the beggar bowl of my camera pictures that become the scintillating soul of my human poetry..

I am a romantic my world of love is dead or yet to be born,
I search for peace hope humanity a golden dawn
a world away from racist hate or scorn I am
as much a Hindu as you are a Muslim
mandir masjid dilon pe banaon
let bygones be bygones

I distance myself from every religion
that on the soul of humanity its hate spawns

Kash 'hum juda na hote Kabi alvida na kahte

Kash 'hum juda na hote Kabi alvida na kahte, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,566 items / 1,440,315 views

dosti barkarar hoti
aur ham jhagda na karte
hasi khushi
miljulkar rehte
ap kehtin
jeeve jeeve pakistan
ham kehte sada
zinda rahe hindustan
phuzul batein na karte
jeet aur har se dur rehte
agar ap ko zara bhi akal
hoti ap hamse khafa na hote
ham dosti ki kabar par na rote
kam se kam ham
acche dost hote
aman ka beej apne
bageeche main bote
pyare lamhe yadein
siskiyan sansien
ham is trah na khote


gar nasib main juda hona tha.. kam se kam dubara milne ki.. khawish toh rakhte
Kash 'hum juda na hote Kabi alvida na kahte

David Hazell in Defense of Firoze Shakir

David Hazell in Defense of Firoze Shakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. David Hazell is a white man in a world of prejudiced poetry where the only currency of poetic exchange is hate and unstoppable rant against a colored man and his poetry.

Poets in Poetryland suffer from megalomania, psychotic bitchiness.

Here in Poetryland they dont like David Hazell as he champions our cause, fights for our rights even after the system has kicked us out-

David Hazell is not alone there are other poets too who are upright and just and the list is not very long...But Howlin Dervish is the other name who has always supported me each time I was attacked by rabid dogs and monstrous hogs.

After I left Poetryland , I did delete the few poems that were my weapons of counter attack against rampant racism..
Racism in Poetryland exists behind a white mask of serpentine hate.
I flew the Cuckoos nest.. Luckily...

A poem below by David Hazell

POEM IN DEFENSE OF FIROZE SHAKIR

Firoze Shakir, the no…

The Race Of Life No Beginning or End

The Race Of Life No Beginning or End, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,565 items / 1,440,297 views

our flesh
will be eaten
away by worms
we who are giants
were once
a drop in a sperm
we finish
our imprisonment
on earth
a life term
we hurt
we hurt
others
we falter
we err
we squirm
our dreams
flexible
our intentions
rigid and firm
our journey
cycling away
from here
to another
kingdom
immigration
check
not required
stamped
on our pompous
conceited
arrogant bums
from one plane of life
to another plane after life
we jump we fuck
we fornicate
we hump
two legs
holding
the curse
of humanity
a penile
stump
into the chaotic
darkness
of a womb
our load
of rubbish
we dump
destroy nature
through wars
pestilence acid rain
our poison
into the soul
of an unborn child
we pump

tara rum pum tara rum pum

Da Mir Pan Zlatko and The Beggar Poet of Mumbai

Da Mir Pan Zlatko and The Beggar Poet of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,546 items / 1,440,266 views

I have to pull my shalwar leg up as it causes great pain to the wound on my leg, and it is very uncomfortable hurting pain .

And I have started carrying my antique silver stick to hit anyone who gets on my nerves , I have become irritable annoying and grouchy all her fault.

The heat humidity in Mumbai is as bad as Hell I change my T twice a day, as it is totaly drenched when I come back from work.

These are new pictures I had shot in the last few days that I am uploading at Flickr..

The newspapers have written about Damir and Zlatko.. which is a nice gesture and a sweet memory to take home as a blogger their story will always be on Flickr Facebook and Twitter..blogged by me.

Da Mir Pan Zlatko Will Leave For Turkey In A Few Days

Da Mir Pan Zlatko Will Leave For Turkey In A Few Days, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,547 items / 1,440,267 views


I had not met my Croatians friends since a very long time , though I was told they played at Bandra Bandstand,at Carter Road they have opposition to their collecting money at the promenade by the authorities there .


And these guys are stranded in Mumbai have meager funds , they are living of the Mumbaikars love and charity, these two guys are cycling around the world to spread the message of through Balkan African Music.


For a few days they stayed at St Peter Church Bandra thanks to Fr Jaun , than they moved to Ollie my friend Al The Tattoo Artists brother , but they have to move out from Ollies place as Ollie is getting married on Monday they told me..

They could not take a ship to Iran , so they are collecting money for their airfare to Turkey from Mumbai , at Rs 18000 a ticket , I have spoken to my dear Facebook friend Carlyta to find someone w…

All Her Sweet Words Are Choking Your Eardrum He Said

All Her Sweet Words Are Choking Your Eardrum He Said, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,544 items / 1,440,161 views


your ears
need to be
urgently
cleaned
or you will soon be
on your death bed
love lives in the ear
not in the heart or head
squarely he said
probing my ear
he moved ahead
removing love
notes of lead
as my face
shivered
trembled
tomato red
from within
i profusely bled
a beggar poet
through the ear
sweet nothings
she had fed
haleem kebabs
hospitality
zaika great spread
than all of a sudden
her line went dead
silence the cause
of a pain unsaid
all my poems
torn to shreds
warrior queen goddess
her wings spread
has flown the world
of a beggar poet
on his sick bed
warrior queen goddess
pompous conceited arrogant
big head high bred well read
wants war fire brimstone
bloodshed from a poet dickhead

The Poet And The Smelly Cat

The Poet And The Smelly Cat, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,544 items / 1,440,161 views

both seeking hope
friendship harmony
met by accident
a cricket match
floundering
spirits
two countries
a national
combat
rendezvous
on gmail chat
than came the
blow the ugly spat
punches blows
to the ego
tit for tat
doomed deleted
on her doormat
divine beauty
divine form
of a sweet smelly
poets pet cat
memories
pain poetry
passion pathos
on his face
he fell flat
green with envy
one hell cat
gloomy faced
angry
on her window sill
incommunicable
as she sat

no chitchat

Thank You

Thank You, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,544 items / 1,440,157 views


for hurting me the most

you are a pathan you can boast


on friendship you can raise a toast


you were a great guest cum host

zinda dili pashtunwali

wah mere dost

banaya haleem

aur dala shayr ka gosht

Heartbreak

Heartbreak, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,544 items / 1,440,157 views

was she real
was she fake
she who keeps
me all awake
she for whom
my heart aches
a thirst i could
not slake
she who loves
papaya
pancake
all shades
of blue
coffee water
her intake
she who left me
without
a handshake
leaving behind
memories
of unwashed
emotions
as keepsake

GOING TO MISS YOU LIKE HELL

GOING TO MISS YOU LIKE HELL, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,544 items / 1,440,060 views

Will think of you as my soul burns as my heart burns yearns for you

tum kya jano pagalapan aur pyar kya hota hai

paglon jaise payr tum kar bhi nahi paogi

mom ho jal jaogi

pigal jaogi

Reliving A Past In A Crystal Bowl

Reliving A Past In A Crystal Bowl, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,440,049 views

ek promise do
janb tumhari shadi ho jaye bacche..kache
muje bhulna mat dost
tum ko mere sar ki kasam
sir. meri koi shadi nai ho raha .jab ho ga tab dekho gi
n i dont forget my friends
so
me: i am a special friend


a sad story came to an end ..end of friendship end of friend

one day we will part you with your heart me with my broken heart

one day we will part you with your heart me with my broken heart, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,440,013 views

bus bus bus
me: 3 words that make me cry

sir
dont cry
grrr

into your soul i want to pry
in your arms i want to die
S: Uff
me: you are my earth you are my sky
ek nasha that makes me high

rolleyes
BYE
me: i was about to wrirte rolls eyes


you deleted me why why why

S ap chup karen so jaen

ud gayi chidiya khub pachtayen...ankhen bandh karen toh unkii baten yadein ban jaen
ab jaen toh kahan jaen...tarasta hoon pareshan hoon .unki ek jhalak aur nighaen...

I Shoot Pictures Upside Down

I Shoot Pictures Upside Down, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,439,979 views

my fucked
cosmic head
touching
the ground
seamless
synchronicity
electrifying
my inner being
from a picture
a poem unwound s
revolving attacking
motion muted sounds
i searched but
on my page her
name could
not be found
duly deleted
burnished ass
burnt earthly
urban brown
a poet clown

United Colors of Poetry

United Colors of Poetry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,439,961 views

poetry
passion
pathos
a love
one sided
collective loss
a rebel
without
a cause
a sartorial
silence
a poetic pause
because
she was
mentally
emotionally
drained
she was cross
warrior
queen goddess
big boss
on a horse
kinetic chaos
karmic floss
what comes
across
divine beauty
pretentious gloss
a rolling stone
gathers no moss
two different
countries
two different
culture
but a single
ethos
united
colors
of poetry
embossed

My Cosmic Wheel of Love Has Broken Down

My Cosmic Wheel of Love Has Broken Down, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,439,936 views

my poetic posterior
burnt urban brown
sartorial serendipity
of a poet clown
a word tin smith
swathed in pain
on the Venus of her
Mound a warrior
goddess queen
my fate had crowned
i am here but
she has left
the hunting
grounds
she is not around
her kingdom
out of bounds
silence in
muted sounds
memories her words
my souls serenity
ponds like a rumi
dervesh i go
round and round
doing the dance
of death funereal
music plays
in the background
poetic and profound
corrugated shutters
she has downed
on my doomed fate
like a silver bullet
ricochets on the
rebound hitting
me hard to
confound
in a dead poets
grayeayard
at facebook
buried
underground

finally hopelessly home bound

This Picture Was Shot By Late Prof BW Jatkar My Guru

The End

The End, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,439,886 views

You were The one WHO Said good bye n that u dont wanna stay my friend :-/


some stories
were never
meant
to have
happy endings
over streams brooks
they wend
just jarring notes
reverberate
remorsefully
a message
in stillness
they send
into
the unknown zone
a beggar poet
walks home
empty handed
back bent
deleted
doomed
over
the weekend
an olive leaf
once again
he extends
whatever
has to
happen
will happen
she is busy
domestic
chores
to attend
she is blind
she is deaf
histrionically
she pretends

I Am Sorry

I Am Sorry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,543 items / 1,439,878 views


I dont have a lots of friends ...only few n they are life time friends n you are one of them now :)

to your verdict
your decision
to delete me
i bow
you have to do
what you have to do
it is your prerogative now
somehow i cant get over you
haunted by your eyes
your curved eyebrows
my zenitude my tao
in my dreams a smelly cat
wont say miaow
down came the tree of
my hope along with the
laden bough
i want stop
writing poems
to your divine form
you divine beauty
as a beggar poet
i take a vow
the field of my sorrow
my despair with the cross
on my shoulder
i plough
one day
on some other
godforsaken
planet you
might take pity
into your garden
this beggar poet
allow a warrior queen
goddess who wont
ever be a hausfrau
pompous conceited
arrogant highbrow

Goodbye Farewell Dear Friend

Goodbye Farewell Dear Friend, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,542 items / 1,439,654 views

what goes up
must come down
in the end
me my
wounds
you have
your own
green
garden to tend
i am happy
for the joyride
dear friend
i have nothing
but my honor
to defend
your precious time
agonizing moments
you did lend
you tried very hard
to put your views across
cogently convincingly
i would not mend
so this time
it is your turn
into the darkness blend
sad gloomy thoughts
did portend into
the hell of my own
making
i descend
best wishes joy
happiness
be happy
contend
a few lines
i have penned
to you across
the oceans
i send


i could not fake
my true feelings
or pretend
i am what i am
a broken pot
oozing pain
choked
on the river bend

Lord Of The Flies

Lord Of The Flies, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,542 items / 1,439,551 views'

fallen
on a
garbage
dump
from
the skies
broken
dreams
broken wings
harsh truth
all lies
deceived
by her kohl
laden eyes
warrior goddess
queen in disguise
for his sins
the poet
pays a price
every day
brings a
new surprise
deleted
his soul cries
on the tombstone
of friendship
tears dry
as she rolls eyes
he lets out a sigh
a beggar poet
wooing a princess
of orkazai
heat humidity
nostalgia
lost memories
in soulful mumbai

This Poets Grave Lies On Facebook

This Poets Grave Lies On Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,542 items / 1,439,395 views

Mansoor Showghi Yezdi

KE DAANA KHAAQ MEIN MILKAR GULU GULZAAR HOTA HAI firoze saab aap ne JALA JALA KE MOHABBAT BHARI JAWANI KO BAHUT QAREEB SE DEKHA HAI ZINDAGANI KO
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a travesty
of love
condemned
at birth
a beggar poet
whose bare feet
tread softly
on mother earth
met with an accident
died in her arms
his humility
her grandeur her girth
buried near her wall
at facebook
for all he was worth

i am the life and the resurrection
on facebook his untimely rebirth
an unborn poem kicking the womb
in childbirth mystery and mirth

The Hijab Sarkozys Envy Owners Pride

The Hijab Sarkozys Envy Owners Pride, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,384 views

he is scared
that all Frenchwomen
will begin
wearing the hijab
as a fashion statement
their divine beauty hide
giving a blow to french pride
so he banned the hijab
his hate for the hijab
his racist pride
prejudice
brainwashing
his people
open mouth
tongue tied
a nation
he presides
glass eyed
he decried
the hijab
the most
wanted terrorist
enemy no 1
in pubic places
access denied
as the hijab
defiant stood up
to a racist attack
on freedom
of religious expression
allah by her side
is the hijab a weapon
of mass destruction
a split open wide
god the mentor
god the guide
on the soul of humanity
Liberté, égalité, fraternité
down slides

Jesus Is Cross With Me

Jesus Is Cross With Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,466 items / 1,437,711 views

for taking her
for granted
disturbing
her peace
her tranquility
her friendship
was crumbs
in a beggars
bowl as charity
means to a poets
dreams his ego
his pretentious
poetic vanity
to be or not to be
seeking shade
under a dying
banyan tree
manacled
enslaved
to life's poetry
broken wings
cant fly but free

The Greatest Human Virtue Greater Than Love Forgiveness

The Greatest Human Virtue Greater Than Love Forgiveness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,496 items / 1,437,789 views

we err
we falter
we hurt
our lives
chaotic
in a mess
seeking
for hope and happiness
what others think
we try to guess
building hope
in another persons nest
no peace of mind no rest
we lose lifes only interest
trying to get out
thoughts feelings
half choked off our chest
this poem to a concerned
divine goddess addressed
please forgive him
my only request
get well soon
god bless

Deleted Soul of My Poetry

Deleted Soul of My Poetry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,369 views


"Powerpuff Bubble
sweet innocent
cute loving
has no double
a dream a bubble
inspiring a street poet
to rise from a rubble

i am sorry
i trouble

as the poet falls
his world crumbles

What ? Thinking About You

What ? Thinking About You, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,360 views


kabhi kabhi
mere dil dil main khayal ata hai
jab apka khayal ata badi mushkil se dil se jata hai
gun gunata hai
hale dil sunaTa hai
band bajata hai
apke bina saha nahi jata hai
meri phooti kismet par tala lag jata hai


and i can make any word come to life
thinking about you


S what

A Love Story Called BOO

A Love Story Called BOO, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,348 views


rolleyes
ashiq ..blah
koi ashiq love
shove nai hota
sab time pass
bakwas
cheating


me this is my first love story to you
it is called the reincarnation of the stone man

u cooked n i wrote poems

ok i was called dumb

the elders had got me married to you
your were an orphan
they called you stupid

S wow nice story ..grrr ...story mei bu orphan n stupid ..lol

so we were married in a cave
we had a tigers head for the wedding buffet

we danced all night
it was not salsa or samba
and you smelled beautiful
you were so goddamn happy
those days there were no jukeboxes

so the crazy demented old widow of the Stonehenge village sang for us getting drunk all the time
dont you remember
S no
me: than people gave us presents
S: Ok
then i died n went to heaven .
story finish

me: your uncle that fat sloppy chief from the next village gave us a goat
S: come back to real life now
me: that was …

I Have Turned My Back On You

I Have Turned My Back On You, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,328 views

to your memories
my pain my pathos
my poetry pure
my bearings
away
from your heart
i try to secure
who i am
what i am
a speck of dust
i am
not sure
i am man
my pain
i will endure
the welts
on my back
the bleeding head
i will cure
away from
the silhouette
of your trusting
world deceitful
demure agonizing
angst and allure
a symbolical detour
your childish emotions
soft as velour your
feelings immature
your divine beauty
your ego your
pretentious grandeur
i wont come back
into the winding lanes
of your mind and soul
i take an oath
i assure
you are
what you are
i am what i am
a wandering poet
beggarly and poor
remorsefully obscure

A Part of Me Died On Facebook

A Part of Me Died On Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,439,323 views

i dare not
turn
back
the clock
take a look
instead
of haleem
kebabs
it will be
my heart
liver spleen
she will cook
let it simmer
softly silently
as she reads
a book ok firoze
you are finally
from her karma
of the hook
a smelly cat
a heart for
a smelly fish
mistook
a beggar poet
for a crook
in a glass bowl
of misfortune
she watches
my pain
my poetry
my pathos
as my
kingdom shook
she in her corner
me in my loony bin
in my nook

Please Give Me A Second Chance

Please Give Me A Second Chance, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,541 items / 1,438,853 views

pure undiluted
friendship
no romance
luck by chance
a poets
world of pain
vast expanse
forgiveness
he seeks
just give
another
glance

a dead poet in his grave
in a rhythmic trance
emotions restricted
wont expand
a promise i pledge
believe me understand
for once smile
shake my hand
on my bleeding wrist
just tie a friendship
band footsteps
of a poet on quicksand
bleeding feet blisters
he can hardly stand

One Day I Will Renounce This World Become a Barefeet Fakir

One Day I Will Renounce This World Become a Barefeet Fakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,540 items / 1,438,779 views

into
the wilderness
wastelands of
spirituality
i shall follow
my peer
the greatest
ameer
barefeet
hindu shia
dastagir
searching
the elusive soul
of the poetry
of my heer
love
the greatest
emotion
alamgir
a beggar poet
taqdeer
ka fakir
meri phuti
kismet
meri ek tarfa
mohabbat
par laga di
unhone laqeer
toota kaman
tooti teer

The Warrior Queen Goddess Did This To Me

The Warrior Queen Goddess Did This To Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,540 items / 1,438,767 views

dehumanized me
her bitterness
entrapped
my humanity
she made
me a stone
idol heartless
fleshless
soulless
destroying
my lustful
physicality
she cursed me
devastated me
in totality
she killed me
with morbid
mortality
the warrior
queen goddess
of immortality

TUM NA JANE KIS JAHA ME KHO GAYE

TUM NA JANE KIS JAHA ME KHO GAYE, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. picture shot by late prof bw jatkar


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Tum Na Jane Kis Jaha Mein Kho Gaye Lyrics

Film: Sazaa (1951)

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Hum bhari duniya mein tanha ho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Maut bhi aati nahin saans bhi jaati nahin
Dil ko yeh kya ho gaya koi sahi bhati nahin
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Tum kaha, tum kaha, tum kaha

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Ek jaan aur laakh ghum gooth ke reh jaye na dum
Aaon tum ko dekhle doobti nazaron se hum
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Tum kaha, tum kaha, tum kaha

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Hum bhari duniya mein tanha ho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Once Upon A Time There Was A Warrior Goddess Queen

Once Upon A Time There Was A Warrior Goddess Queen, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,540 items / 1,438,567 views

beautiful
divine
hardly seen
she always hid
behind
a ghostly
silver screen
she loved to cook
haleem kebabs
lots of green
a beggar poet
fell in love
with her
kohle laden eyes
Cleopatra nose
gazelle like neck
her porcelain skin
she became his muse
his lifes existence
to her chagrin
she was mad
at his audacity
she turned
him into a
babys napkin
hung
him to dry
on clothesline
with a clothes pin
falling in
love with
her divinity
was one of
the greatest sins
so on the clothesline
he takes a royal spin
sometimes in love
you can however
never win
broken dreams
from within
now he could have
won her hand her heart
if he was a djinn
but he was human
wrote paeans
of her beauty
this village
bumpkin
his love
he could
not trade in
beggarly
demeanor
covered in
calfskin

a tale of
sorrow
there in
from
her mystical kingdom
called facebook
he was self exiled
kicked on the s…

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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These are two beggar girls and their brother who were begging at Bandra Hill Road and followed me to my work place, they were from a suburb called Mumbra they told me, I gave the some money but also took these shots to show you survival on the mean streets of despair...

Forgiveness Is What I Seek

Forgiveness Is What I Seek, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,496 items / 1,437,816 views

Silence is golden
even though
you dont speak
i offer you my
other cheek
the spirit was willing
my flesh was weak
only memories
held to my beak
from the cage of
friendship
you did sneak
a poet choked
on a bloody creek

zindagi besuri
kuch nahi theek

Even Poets Deserve A Second Chance

Even Poets Deserve A Second Chance, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,491 items / 1,437,787 views

we all make
mistakes
when we romance
illusions that leap
flirt and dance
poets too go
in a trance
falter fall deserve
a second chance
its through
forgiveness
humility
our parents
wishes blessings
we enhance
in life on a journey
as we advance

Beggar Poets Angst

Beggar Poets Angst, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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she
has
thrown him out shut the door
corroded at the core nothing
she owes she wants him no
more his poetry
to her stifled soul a bore
she has gone silent
ever more
as the beggar poet
hits the floor broken
dreams blisters
on his feet as sores
hot water on his
hopes she pours
a poem of love
distant shores
broken wings
folklore
deactivated
on her cosmic
consciousness
a whimper a roar


today she has an appointment with the doctor i hope pray her body her heart her soul recovers.. peace hope happiness she once more discovers...a friend who could not be a lover ...

Spilled Grain Story of My Life

A Dream That Broke

A Dream That Broke, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

everything over
just a few
strands of hair
her memories
when i awoke
a beggar poet
always broke
a gazelle
neck
i could not
touch
or stroke
only a friendly
facebook poke
that too deactivated
finally choked
tears soaked
permission
revoked
a power bubble
sweet memories
evoke come
back the heart invokes
to a beggar poet
heart broke

Indian Woman

Indian Woman, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.