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my father 
is the best 
to my inquisitive 
street loving 
camera lens 
he confessed 
my father is poor 
but my father 
among all fathers
 is the smartest 
not rich 
or smartly dressed 
but my father 
is truly blessed 
among all fathers 
of my friends 
my father 
is the wisest 
kind humble 
nicest 
cool as 
a cucumber 
never stressed 
a common man 
my father 
but contributes 
through his simple 
humble means 
to hope harmony 
peace and progress
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Thursday, March 24, 2011
My Father
Getting Over The Holi Blues
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his nasha 
is not yet over 
he is still
 on a high 
he sits 
on the road side
daydreaming 
of old days 
gone by 
friends that 
unexpectedly
 died 
their memories 
besides 
now on the 
wayside 
change 
is the law 
of nature 
time and tide 
a pain he feels 
tries to hide 
but eats his
 insides 
the daily wage 
worker 
of mumbai 
who carries
other peoples loads 
his sufferings 
on his back 
astride 
a street picture 
the one eyed 
camera 
captured
feeling  words 
the poet inscribed
Shooting Hope Hindutva As A Message of Peace And Humanity
Shooting Hope Hindutva As A Message of Peace And Humanity, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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nothing greater 
than my country 
where in a garden 
all flowers 
bloom grow 
freely 
the fragrance 
of Islam 
the  sweetness 
of Christianity 
Hope and Hindutva 
a message 
of peace and humanity 
so many rare flowers 
rare orchids in plenty 
growing together 
letting others 
grow beautifully 
Mother India 
her children 
are we 
so many 
branches 
roots 
of a shade giving 
banyan tree 
om mani padme hoon 
the light of the bodhi tree
an ocean into 
which all rivers flow 
in compatibility 
 trust equality
Aye Hijda Tujhe Salam
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tujhme ishwar 
tujhme ram 
tujhme shivji 
ka pranam 
musalman 
tujhe kehte 
hain haram
aman 
tera inam 
hijda from orissa 
hijda from assam 
zindagi besuri 
zillat tera nam 
roz rat ko 
tujhko 
karte hain lilam 
teri izzat tera dam 
shola shabnam 
ka ek jam 
tere ansu 
parde main chippe 
tere arzoo nakam 
aye hijda tujhe salam 
aye hijda tujhe salam 
to raksha
Aye Malik Tere Bandhe Hum
jab Julmon Kaa Ho Saamanaa, Tab Too Hee Humei Thaamanaa
wo Buraee Kare, Hum Bhalaaee Bhare, Naheen Badale Kee Ho Kaamanaa
badh Uthhe Pyaar Kaa Har Kadam Aaur Mite Bair Kaa Ye Bharam
Snake Oil Seller Sex And Lies
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he called me out 
do you prematurely 
ejaculate 
through the snout 
does it not hold itself 
up against adversity 
has it lost its clout 
i nodded my head 
but shut my mouth 
he said use 
my snake oil
massage it daily 
rigorously 
it will make it 
tough and stout 
every rule in 
the kama sutra 
you can flout 
she will keep asking 
for more and more 
a wrestling bout 
in and out 
without any doubt 
he whispered 
in my ear 
i recently gave 
it to an actor 
from pali hill 
with a pout 
he has been
 fucking 
the poor 
struggling 
actress 
time locked out 
a sexual blast 
total  recall 
complete 
knock out 
if your partner 
cant give birth 
try this snake oil 
before 9 months 
babies will sprout 
also gets rid 
of body pain 
arthritis and gout 
even the encounter cop
 uses it before a shoot out 
than he showed me 
pictures with top
 bollywood actors 
directors 
producers 
casting couch heads 
music directors lyricists 
star secretaries that had 
posed with him 
not knowing what
 it was all about 
but the crowd
was impressed 
testimony far out 
each one bought
 a dozen bottles 
to try out 
he gave me two free 
 for taking his pictures 
before all the bottles 
were sold out 
fade in 
fade out 
later i read with apprehension those who used his snake oil their cocks dropped out..a hole dugout 
luckily i gave my two bottles to the money lender as my payout ...his wife beats him mercilessly when the lights go out 
i am fuckin laughing a blogger beggar poet devout
This is Bandra Seen Through My Camera Eye
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i wont see it 
once i die 
hidden faces 
weep and cry 
lame cripple 
deformed 
held to the soul
 of an eternal sigh 
oh god you made humans 
i wont deny but the world 
of beggars you forgot 
busy as you are 
up above in the sky 
the fall they rise 
on the soul 
of humanity 
a great sacrifice 
as time mocks 
as it flies 
is there really
 a paradise 
a religious lie 
if you are not 
happy here 
how can you be 
happy there 
says the speck 
in the devils eye 
come to hell 
five star comfort 
fornicate buy free 
what you want to buy 
satanic overtures 
says the poet goodbye
Jabbar Bhai of Bandra Bazar
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I shot this day before yesterday Jabbar Bhai was paying the butcher , actually I later realized he had a Niyaz he had invited me but I had forgotten about it completely.
Niyaz is in remembrance and thanks to the Holy Saint in this case of Jabbar Bhai to Khwajah Garib Nawaz of Ajmer.
Jabbar bhai and I hit off very well, he left last evening for Ajmer I told him to visit my Peersaab Fakhru Miya of Hujra No 6.
I shoot street scenes my surroundings record emotions and life on a slow track of Bandra sometimes add text or poetry.
Most of my photoblogs are titles without text..
I have covered Bandra sensitively poetically to the best of my ability..without bias including every religiosity faith that I chose to shoot.
I avoid political issues I dont know why and among all the political leaders of Bandra one man I genuinely like to shoot fir his humanity for his humility for his love for service to society is Advocate Ashish Shelar his wife his mother and his son Omkar.
Ashishbhai is one human being who stands by you all times whether you vote for him or dont vote for him , does not matter human issues are important to him.. he is a leader but also a grassroot cadre of his party.,
Maybe in many instance given the nature of predominantly Muslim surroundings and bias they my not like his party but they hold him as an individual in the highest esteem..
Muslim leaders and it is my personal opinion have no time for people at all.. they only fatten those who serve them with free goodies and the common man moves aimlessly and it is only during election time they rub shoulders with mere mortals like us.. if I was to go to meet any of these top leaders mind you I would have to wait till eternity and than be told Bhai Saheb Toh Ghar Par Nahi Hain.
And placing huge banners at street corners trumpeting whta you have done is nothing but ego as what you are doing is what you ought to have doe much before the issue came into the media eye.
Our leaders not just the Muslims every one love to politicize make sure the stand out bigger than their cut outs too...
Getting Salman Khan to dance to your political tune is not the essence of politics only a form of political prostitution on the dumb soul of society...
Marziya Sees Pictures While I Only Shoot Pictures
Marziya Sees Pictures While I Only Shoot Pictures, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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A few months back I was bringing Marziya from her old school a long walk via the Bandra Bazar Market a walk that shes sees what I shoot and shoots a few I direct her to shoot , and she is sharp all of three years , and sharpness is not just about shooting crystal crisp pictures , even a blur has a storyline if shot poetically , pictures are poetry period.
Whe I reached Kalidas a 100 year store at the Bazar Marziya began tugging my leg and I looked down she pointed to this same lady and her child on the wheel chair, I shot pictures all on my Flickr set World of Muslim Beggars God Forgot..
So I am not trying to boat about Marziya prowess or her vision , but she has it the essence of poetry that ultimately transforms into a picture.. 
Whatever I learnt from my Gurus Marziya absorbed it though brand equity is important in choice of GURU  ..Marziyas guru is Dr Glenn  Losack MD from Manhattan New York.. the child's guru is Made in USA...though the disciple is irrevocably Indian.
Now you might wonder why I dont call myself Marziyas Guru.. I am not Guru material I am a poet , and Marziya is a poet too.. Marziya uses Glenns camera Nikon D 80..She began shooting darkness which is more difficult;t to shoot than light.. she shot with a cloth covering her eyes..
Marziya will not take the Nikon D 80 without placing the strap around her neck, but now she is defiant over confident and shoots simply holding the camera in her frail hands..
But she likes it on the Manfrotto monopod playing to the gallery.
So I saw this beggar lady at JJ Colony where I shot this picture I later shot her in the evening again at Bandra Bazar Road.
Begging is a tough proposition and a tough profession too.. One day in the near future at a place where I am not known I want to cover myself in a shwal sit with a bunch of beggars and see how much I can make in 15 minutes..
I will test my skills as a beggar...and Pratik Koli can hide in a corner and shoot my pictures...
The is my 177005 Blog at Flickr.Com
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I dedicate it to the beggars of Bandra I know each one of them, I dont know them by name but I know these territorial creatures , as they stand with hands open and every coin makes a marked difference to their impoverished lives.
Some of the beggars comer to Bandra for change and fresh air, Bandra is like a hill station for beggars from Mumbra Kalwa and beyond.. they come with their kids beg a bit and go back to their far distant suburban homes..shot by a barefeet blogger of Mumbai.
I know of the Albino family that begs at the foothills of Haji Malang that comes to beg at Bandra close to JJ Colony.
JJ Colony is an abbreviated form for Jamat e Jamuriya..that a few years back was clustered slums , now bought down and clustered buildings with shops have come in their place, I pass through this housing colony of predominantly Muslim people cutting through the butcher shops and the famous beggar lane after I pay my Broad Band bill at the MTNL office off Bandra Reclamation .
I know most of the beggars here my favorite is a kid who has lost control of body muscles but is always smiling on the face of his sufferings, actually he is not aware of his surroundings or his sufferings.
Once I come out from JJ Colony to the market area where Muslim women buy foodstuffs , you find the blind beggars and a few ladies in burkha begging with kids on their waist, or the lady with the child on a wheel chair.
All this is away from Bandra Bazar Road ...
The guy I really miss is a young boy with a glorious smile blind who was operated , begged for some time post the operation by some good Samaritans from the mosque but soon disappeared.His pictures are on my Flickr photostream in a set.
Than there is the regular ladies who sit outside the Shia Khoja Mosque in the Bazar, their stregth increases on Friday namaz time with more who come in with their kids...
You already know Maria te leper lady I have not seen her for some time now.. they go to their hometowns too...
Appu the limbless no hands no legs a stout human stump sits at Mahim Chuch I have not connected with him but if I know he is in town I wish to take Marziya along and shoot his pictures.
There is a beggar season and it is beggars here beggars there beggars everywhere that comes during Ramzan time the glorious month of the Muslim calendar, the best time to shoot beggars.
Outside Mumbai which is the most sought after place for beggars is Ajmer Sharif.
Beggars of every size shape every possible human deformity and you find them at the doorsteps of the Holy Saint Khwajah Gharib Nawaz...
Now because I shoot beggars their color pain has rubbed of on me , so when I am barefeet with a camera as my beggar bowl shooting pictures of this community I feel and behave like a beggar too because I poetize their pain the imagery of their life time mockingly calls me a beggar poet of Mumbai.
I dont sell my pictures I could become a rich man I am preposterously predictably quintessentially broke..all times if I shot  Hijra nudes , but than it is not my way of creating wealth , I am not into corruption or scams .. I ask God every morning to change my life he does...he gives me another fucked day to live.
The internet changed my life instead I am globally known as Photographerno1 ..street photographer barefeet blogger that's about it...and we all one time or the other want to deactivate our online accounts , some do successfully..like my good friend Kowalski and so many others who left unobtrusively without forwarding addresses ,  but I have kept some of them alive through my blog posts.
And than there are those you meet online who become family dear friends you cant do without, they are part of your good mornings and good nights at Facebook and Flickr..more at Facebook which is for a lot of people a home within a home.. and than one day you find out that the guy who shoots fabulous pictures is on his death bed minutes away from life on earth hanging by a silken thread...
Anthony Posey March 17 at 9:04pm Report
our friend Jeff Lamb  is ill and possibly leaving our earth soon 
Anthony Posey March 17 at 9:17pm Report 
i think cancer my friend . not 100% sure just been reading his wifes responses on his account, i know it is painful  but if we all hold them in our prayers, heart or thoughts at least warmth will be theirs 
than the final message from Posey
Jeff has died 
Der Randy March 21 at 4:16pm Report
i just got the bad news i thank you for bringing us together 
Der Randy March 22 at 5:20am Report
i want to be strong like him, over the past few months he didn't bother me with his problems , we would chat about facebook issues watermarking, music and big heads manipulations..never once did he mention he was passing. i want to be strong like him. 
Fred M. Miller Thanks Firoze for leading me to this man !  
the same message  from Randy too..
So blogging is a winding path taking you through the bylanes of other peoples mind...through their pictures you enter  their hearts and souls they pass away and you are left with a memory...
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. 
RIP Jeff Lamb thank you Roland W Luthi for leading me to him.
Born To Shoot Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old
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without batting an eyelid 
without fear or fright 
holding the camera tight 
 profoundly she shoots
pictures shot through 
the Nikon D 80 bear fruit 
as i watch her in admiration 
silently and mute 
she was born with the gift 
of an inner vision an insight 
the camera merely an of shoot 
the worlds youngest 
street photographer 
to humanity she pays tribute 
street angst street life 
raw emotions she loots 
beggars she meets on her route 
know her happily this cute child 
they salute marziya shakir 
her pictorial pursuits
a photographer of repute
The Poets Soul Captures The Hijra Angst
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I shot this yesterday at JJ Colony Bazar and I spoke to them later but they were camera shy and ignored me and  the humanity of my camera completely.
They were buying chicken...
And I shot hijras again this evening while coming from Lokhandawala Andheri at the Juhu Versova Link Road traffic signal..
Three
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being gifted 
i tried 
to read the future 
of all three 
one had become 
a builder 
the second 
was an actor 
the third was 
a politician 
through 
the third eye 
of my mind 
i could see 
all three 
building 
castles on air 
on the soul
 of humanity 
the actor 
was endorsing 
pan masala booze 
making loads of money 
the builder and the politician 
joined hands building 
holiday homes 
on man made 
hill stations 
in the lap 
of luxury 
burning slums 
smoke and fire 
new homes 
dont come free 
no they said 
we are human 
we dont give charity 
the actor would dance at 
rich fat weddings 
but for slumdwellers 
homeless he had 
no time he agreed 
an eye sore 
they must
 be removed 
on rail tracks 
the shat and peed 
a curse 
a wanting seed 
they only knew 
to fornicate 
over breed '
i opened my eyes 
my fucked 
imagination 
from a worse 
fate i hurriedly freed 
to their future 
i wished godspeed 
in the slums 
as they studied 
to my workspace 
i scurried 
necessity 
is the mother 
of invention 
politics is what 
makes 
the human soul bleed 
call it  democracy 
where hopes 
of a common man 
in an empty grave 
are buried
Within The Mind Of A Cosmic Poet
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lies wasteland 
of words 
rusty corroded
 overused 
depleted and bare 
empty socket-less 
beyond  the horizon 
they stare denuded 
dehydrated despair 
deleted they rise 
from the ashes 
reborn mixing 
with water and air 
poetically 
painfully
on the soul of 
sorrow ensnared 
computerized 
software
fortitude 
fathomless 
fecundity 
foto flair 
thoughtlessly 
threadbare
The Wheel Chair Of Despair Despondency And Death
The Wheel Chair Of Despair Despondency And Death, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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he waits 
with bated breath 
to move to the other 
shore where he wont 
have to beg demean himself 
his self respect his honor 
on the streets outdoor 
he had seen good days 
great times once before 
but quirk of fate 
he lost it all in one go 
a loaded twice 
took away all that was his 
he wont gamble he swore 
his pain his sufferings 
like a cross on his frail 
shoulders he bore 
oh take me away fast 
to the almighty he implores 
his voice for the time being 
the good lord master 
of the ring ignores 
his body rusted 
his soul corroded ore 
hell fire brimstone and gore
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat Where Have You Been
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i attended mardi gras 
with your best friend 
Antony Posey 
in New Orleans 
an immaculate soul 
who keeps his 
house heart clean 
his friends 
he has no foes 
he will never demean 
a chambray shirt 
blue faded jeans 
a camera in hand 
shooting pictorial 
soul  stirring scenes 
athletic tall and lean 
he looks the same 
what he looked 
when he was a 
strapping teen 
crystal clear 
evergreen 
desposyni 
no smokescreen 
sound of health 
good hygiene 
said pussy cat 
from mumbai 
he treated me 
like a royal queen 
southern comfort 
exotic food 
creole cuisine 
culinary traditions 
poetic thoughts 
umpteen 
jocularly 
almost bursting 
my spleen
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