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The Shia Sacrificial Goat. 2

The Shia Sacrificial Goat. 2, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,799 items / 1,424,048 views

the grass
is green
on the other
side
of her bed
magically
she nurtured
the poetry
a banyan
tree of words
in his head
down the path
a carrot
dangling
in the front
she led
walking
blissfully
serendipitously
ahead
love is crap
cheating chaos
she said
played on
innocent hearts
by tricksters
con men
once mission
over they fled
leaving behind
tombstones
hearts stone dead
she would
remain single
would not wed
instead she
needed
a good friend
even if he
cut his head
profusely bled
poetic
even if he
was not
well read
a winding sheet
white
turned red
a poetic
thought
imagined
by a poet
in his dream
on his deathbed

when he awoke
'shivering numb
strands of her hair
lay on his bedspread
his overtures
she misconstrued
misread

The Old Shoe Shop

The Old Shoe Shop, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,799 items / 1,424,048 views

He had a lot of order .. from people who hit shoes at politicians but after one politician forgave his shoe hurling assailant business has stopped..

He is also scared the Jan Lok Pal bill would be his death knell no scams no corruption no pelting shoes..

The rebels in Libya had placed an order but it got canceled ..

He has got an order from Bahrain but the shoes are to be pelted at Saudi Arabia someone sent him the tweet..

And I am now empty like a drunken wine bottle all the fizz has gone as I lie outside the old shop shop.. a few kids come kick me around .. I am so badly cracked that I dont break.

He Is A Bhaiyya Paying The Price For One Mans Stupid Mistake

He Is A Bhaiyya Paying The Price For One Mans Stupid Mistake, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. He closed down his pani puri stall now sells fruits he has to survive he said..and he does not want to go back to UP make statues in the hot burning sun he said..

If instead of statues those at the helm created opportunities jobs he would have not come to Mumbai..in the first place.

He misses his wife and children.

I Accidentally Put All My Eggs In One Basket

I Accidentally Put All My Eggs In One Basket, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,799 items / 1,424,034 views

from a dark
deep dream
i awoke
it was
not eggs
it was raw
emotions
on which
i choked
it was the
wrong
smelly cat
accidentally
i stroked
dreams
illusions
all desires
gone up
in smoke
i was
a silhouette
within
a silhouette
a wrong bloke
it was dark
she could
not see
clearly
that was
the last time
we spoke
it was 10 Dec
a birthday
'best wishes
a camel s
back broke
thoughts
poetry
passion
evoked

its over
facebook application
permission revoked

I Have Unhooked Myself From Facebook

I Have Unhooked Myself From Facebook, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,789 items / 1,423,961 views

Nothing personal I thought of deactivating my account at Facebook for personal reasons and going away into the wilderness of the wastelands of outer space ,,, on the internet..

This is my love hate relationship with Facebook when storms come in great force after calm.. being mystic a dreamer a romantic a Sufi poet of pain and no redemption it takes a heavy toll that is why I never gave in to the temptation of my Facebook chat I type with a single finger of damaged crooked hand and a damaged mind , my mind is a house of a lesser god with stained window panes and they get hit when the poet in my unbinds himself from the poetry of Prometheus and falls in love with spectral beauties.. illusory imaginary surreal...

And so I wont be accessing Facebook .. wont answer messages wont add friends please bear with me in my solitary confinement.in short I am unhooking myself fro…

Games People Play..

Games People Play.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,788 items / 1,423,769 views

What is your name?

Beggar poet Firoze Shakir


How old are you?

56 I am bad with numbers

When is your birthday? or which zodiac sign do you belong to?

10 Dec 1954 Sagittarius

Where do you live ?

Bandra Mumbai India

Do you have siblings? How many?

7 - 3 sisters 4 brothers

What is your favorite food ?

khichda ay bhendi bazar bohri mohalla

What is your favorite drink?

black tea my passion my pathos my poetry

What is your favorite color?

black saffron bhagwa

Who is your best friend?

Dr Glenn Losack MD Manhattan New York

What is your favorite book?

Last Temptation of Jesus Christ Kazantzakis

What is the best thing that has ever happened to you?

I became a grand father of a child prodigy Marziya Shakir

What is the most embarrassing moment of your life?

Ending up at a wrong wedding but blessed the couple moved out..

What is your biggest regret in life?

Falling in love on the internet the poetry dram…

Killing Me Softly With Your Song

Killing Me Softly With Your Song, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,787 items / 1,423,751 views

something
somewhere
did go wrong
a beggar poet
to your world
of joyfulness
shrieks sounds
does not belong
it was time for
him to shed
the temporary files
of happiness
in the recycling bin
of oblivion
move along
every moment
every message
erased deleted
a mystic his journey
lifelong bejeweled
sartorial sarong
dreams that on
shores of doomed
destiny crash
all night long
being human
is not easy
for the weak
i could not
be strong
so i decided
on the mound
of despair
my dance
of death
i should
not prolong
i am a
drop of silence
i cant meet
you headlong
you are a lyrical
note i cant be
your song

khuda hafiz



Bulleh-a aashiq hoyiyon Rabb da, Hoai Malamat Lakh
Tenon Kafir Kafir aakhdey, toon aaho aaho aakh

I am not in sorrow nor in joy,
Neither in clean nor unclean.
I am not water, I am not earth,
I am not fire, I am not air.
Says Bulla, who knows who I am!

Welcome To India Mr Sarkozy

Welcome To India Mr Sarkozy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,786 items / 1,423,688 views


marziya
indian child
invites him to india
see peace hope humanity
we are rich in values
traditions respect
or each others culture
our path to freedom
our collective destiny
amazing a dress
worn by Muslims
causes hysteria
fear psychosis
is nothing
but the white mans
superiority
under the guise
of hating
Islam
through
religious
state
sponsored
bigotry
all in name
your justice
truth
equality
in the Bastille
your captive soul
is held in captivity
Long live France
Long live the Republic
Under Mr Sarkozy

Water Woes In Bandra Slums

Uncle Adnan Shot By Marziya Shakir

Uncle Adnan Shot By Marziya Shakir

Marziya And Uncle Adnan Shaikh

Please Listen To This Story of a Beggar Poet

Please Listen To This Story of a Beggar Poet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I was walking home from work, and I was barefeet , I put out my hand towards the sengwala , he is a guy known to me this young guy , assumed that I was begging he immediately told the sengwala to give me seng for Rs 5 ,I politely refused I let him think I was a bawa beggar , but he put a promise on me of his head so I took the packet of seng..

So stories happen , and when I pulled my camera form my bag to take this shot he still thought I was a mystic beggar..

Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jan..

The Hijab Breathes Free in India

An Ode To Sarkozy

An Ode To Sarkozy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,764 items / 1,422,961 views

Sarkozy
In the history of the world will be known as the only French Emperor who battled victoriously against the greatest evil , the greatest weapon of destruction , the greatest atom bomb, the greatest curse greater the the AIDS virus yes Sarkozy grappled wrestled with bare hands and bough the hijab under his governments control,,,and with this one act he has saved France from getting Islamified ..

Long Live France 'Long Live Sarkozy

Long Live Liberté, égalité, fraternité

France:Egalite,Liberte,Raciste!

Barefeet Blogger of Bandra

Suraj The Slumdog Shopkeeper

Suraj The Slumdog Shopkeeper, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,764 items / 1,422,961 views

Suraj goes to school and on his return takes care of his uncles provision store in the slums , he does this sincerely so his uncle can rest for a few hours..

Of late there is a serious shortage of water in the slums fights quarrels and sounds of anger with a fucked system of living and unliving.


Suraj likes me a lot because I take his pictures he gives me a chakli , he knows I am a diabetic, I wish his family Hari Om every time I pass this way twice in a day.

I Walk On Water - Gutter Waters of Poetic Faith

I Walk On Water - Gutter Waters of Poetic Faith, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
180,764 items / 1,422,961 views

I walk barefeet and the slums is the short cut, though it is horrendously wet and slippery , through a tiny by path , only for one man I squeeze in to reach out through a row of houses and come out to the gates of Shree Daya Sagar Hanuman Mandir and the Satghare Ram Mandir.

Cutting through De Monte street Chinchpokli road I exit out at Bandra Hill Road I went to Carter Road shot Damir and Zlatko Croatian street musicians and took a rick till Jimmes Kitchen walking barefeet home ..

At home I wash my feet and scrub it with a weaver birds nest..soap no antiseptic ..and in Chennai Ajmer Hussain Tekri Jaorah I traveled without footwear .. kissing the ground with my barefeet..and the toughest barefeet walk is walking with Jesus Christ and shooting the 14 stations of the cross , which begins at 9.30 am in the morning at Sacred Heart Church and ends at Vakola by …

The Dark World Of Doomed Poetry

The Dark World Of Doomed Poetry, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 180,751 items / 1,422,937 views

i swallowed
the bait
hook line sinker
i wait
to be cut
fried
served
hot
on her plate
a smelly fish
promfret

she caught
in the waters
of the internet
first she
played
hard to get
memories
she wont forget
however hard
it gets my words
make her upset
a heart for let
gloomy dark
smothered wet
for inspiring
nurturing
my craft
my wordsmith 's
trade
i will always
be in her debt
blood tears
my sweat
picturized
as golden sunsets
without much ado
or regret nervous
scared of her
threat a gun
on my head
playing Russian
roulette
jab we met
a poet
seeking an
escape
hope as
an outlet