160,581 items / 1,264,972 views
these are disgruntled birds
fed up of a system the
pathos poetry of politics
they are joining
another political
party hypocritical world
convenience is a commodity
a lesson they learned
the old party
they have spurned
now a new position
new dreams old ones burnt
some more ill gotten loot
needs to be earned
que sera sera
whatever will be
will be the karmic
wheel turned
Friday, January 7, 2011
Defecting Birds Joining Another Birds Party
He Was Fucked Much Before He Was Born
160,580 items / 1,264,955 views
the living dead
searching
for a new dawn
homeless
hopeless
full of scorn
what i shoot
is undiluted
street porn
a life outworn
the living dead
for whom the
dead living
mourn
a shroud
seminal
stained
all torn
The Living Dead
160,579 items / 1,264,732 views
he has no home
but on the sidewalk
he has his bed
the mumbai traffic
at mahim wakes
him up moves ahead
he curses he shouts
his face gets red
these are the denizens
without hope the living dead
peddling drugs they
earn their bread
Thank you Jeff Lamb
160,578 items / 1,264,666 views
Jeff Lamb
Jeff LambJanuary 7, 2011 at 5:48pm
Subject: hello
somehow i miss your face book posts on my fb home page, but i do check in, here or on the flickr. and am always glad to see your work and the place that you live. best to you
reminds me that photography is love. thnks
jl
life is a river that flows
what we are through
our pictures it shows
like crosswinds
through our world
it blows a candle
flickering in the wilderness
it glows thank you
jeff lamb from
a barefeet street blogger
time froze so far
up close a house
images as windows
open doors
one day with
open arms
i shall welcome you
on my shores
Only Beggars Visit Gods Church Regularly
because of his tight schedule he hardly has time for them..
Indians Create Poetry Out of Nothingness
160,576 items / 1,264,488 views
all around
corruption scams
political bitterness
defection mudslinging
the state in a mess
nothing more
nothing less
but the common man
god bless his soul
a true indian
creates poetry
out of nothingness
a pen in his pocket
a very simple dress
gets his ears cleaned
once a fortnight
you dont need to guess
the cacophonous
reverberations
hawkers yells honking
he has to address
life a game of chess
high blood pressure
diabetes and stress
Shooting Hard To Get a High.. Dickensian World of a Photoblogger
Shooting Hard To Get a High.. Dickensian World of a Photoblogger, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
160,562 items / 1,264,304 views
Evey morning at the same time same place begins his daily regimen, he is hooked , and there is no escape, and once he has taken his dose he works like a a mean machine carrying goods , hawking what not, once the nasha goes down he hits the sack sleeping for hours .
And there are many like him around , some are stone crazy , each morning when I come down with Marziya to buy the newspaper the mimic , drug addict drives me crazy, non stop shit and I dont shoot him anymore , he accused me of selling his pictures to foreign magazines..
He hassles all the ladies that come to the market but even the cops I am sure are happy not locking him up as he would drive them against the wall.
A little ahead the garbage dump are the boozards ,lost illusions doomed ,losers all lying sprawled , close to the country hooch joint..the most pathetic case is of a one legged beggar , they say he once belonged to an affluent family...now if you see him you would puke .
This is the Dickensian surroundings where I live and I use my camera to write their stories , as I am not to good with words.. and pain is a tough subject to encompass in words..
Faces come they live for sometime and than fade away, disappear completely , the only person that is a landmark on Bandra Reclamation is the Umbrella lady who sits beneath an umbrella and sees life speed by , Marziya likes her and when we pass her way will urge me to give her a tenner that she takes from me and hands it over to her.
Marziya watches these denizens that populate my world and she knows as much as I know she will shoot them too.
Appu the limbless guy who is my friend , no hands no legs just a stump for a torso has also gone missing as I had thought of taking Marziya again and allowing her to shoot his pictures.
He is a close friend of Dr Glenn Losack MD from Manhattan New York too.
The doctor had met him on his last trip to Mumbai, and we are waiting he makes it for Chehlum Moharam,dont be surprised to see three street photographers shooting the leper lady Maria of Boran Road.
The Hijras at Durga Visarjan Juhu 2010
Dear Firoze,
I am very cross with you, as all your flickr photostreams of hijdas cannot be copied.
It becomes very difficult for closet hijdas like me to, be unable to have these pictures, as they are the only source to reduce the loneiness of my kind, until we one day decide to join the community by coming out.
You are requested to enable us to copy the images, until the likes of me mingle into the community wholesale, as the same will help to some extent being out of the wilderness and give some solace from the pain we suffer.
.Iam a true hijda by heart though 48 years old. I am reaching a verge of no return to living like a man.
Iam at present abroad, but once I return to India, I plan to meet Laxmi Tripathi and request her to make me her cheli and if accepted, in her witness I want to have my Nose and Ears pierced.
I love lasis image and video stream, appreciate if you could after her approval forward me her mail ID.
Nargees
Demystified Dreams
160,560 items / 1,264,192 views
ever since
i came back
from chennai
a headless
blogger
on my blogs i rode
demystified
dreamless
i am an
empty reservoir
nothing to post
nothing to upload
an image
seeking refuge
in the camera
of my mind
i wont decode
i am speechless
for no rhyme
or reason
silence the soul
of eloquence
in auto mode
Bridge To Nowhere
160,559 items / 1,263,613 views
close to where
i stay a bridge
to nowhere
humanity
caught in
a devious snare
hutment slums
shitting asses
left to stare
beyond the slums
across the sea
lies the rich mans
abode who the fuck
really cares
two sides of a
world i watch
from my arm chair
above the hutments
cars buses trucks
moving away
like a roller coaster
ride in a fair
the rich get good
air conditioned sleep
the poor mans sleep
a karmic unending
nightmare tricked
by words my pathos
poetry despair
a circle within a circle
sodomized to a square
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
-
Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
