Monday, April 18, 2011

The Shia Sacrificial Goat. 2

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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

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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 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

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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

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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 from Facebook unless I am destined to return by the power of a greater god of the internet.

In case you need to contact me than e mail me at firoze.shakir@gmail.com or my Flickr inbox..fuck dont send me spam I am officially in mourning over a dead weight loss of hopes and illusions..

Firoze Shakir

The Sacrificial Shia Goat

her feelings
her friendship
i mistook
like her
ex whatever
she thinks
i too am
a crook
she judges
me by a cover
not the entire
poetry book
choked on
'the river bend
a poet she spooks
washes dishes
she dreams
she cooks
beauty
brains
innocence
good looks
she in her
safe corner
me in my nook
oh how did
i ever get
caught in her net
line sinker bait
fish hook
i played by ear
a lyrical note
her song
my text book
my fucked fate
my doomed
outlook
a sacrificial
shia got
by the horns
telepathically
she shook
memories
messages
snapshots
all deleted
erased
from the hearts
scrapbook

Games People Play..

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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 drama of my life.. than being washed ashore back home..


If you had one word to describe yourself , what would it be?

Mauliee
Follower of Ali And Hussain

Which is your favorite dessert?

Ice cream though I am a diabetic

Which is your dream car/bike?

I dont have money to buy one.. I am always broke..story of my life.. I prefer walking cabs ricksha
and public transport


If you could travel to anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Only India .. I have yet not seen the Golden Temple Somnath Junagadh Kashmir , Hardwar and you need many lives to see all the colors of India.

What is the worst relationship you have ever been in?

Employee for half the period of my life..I could not take orders I became my own boss

What is your favorite past time?

Shooting the streets and sharing it on the internet as blogs and poetry .. you know it dont you ..

Where do you see yourself in the next five years?

In the Himalayas as a Fakir I was born mystic..but I cant become a Godman..
Woh Izzo Manto Shaho Woh Zillo Manto Shah Ho


What is your goal in life?

To be Human live let others live

What have been the most important decisions in your life?

giving up a rich job and becoming a poor entrepreneur..

If there is one thing that you could change from the past,
what would that be?

My alcoholism that destroyed me my kids my family ..I am a teetotaler almost 15 years now.


Are you a night owl or a morning person?

When you blog there is no time or space .. just you your beloved and the poetry of her life

What is the one physical feature that you get complimented
on most often?

My hands only because of the chunky rings bracelet and my bare assed barefeet

What are the 5 most important things in your life?

Truth Justice Equality Harmony Freedom respecting other peoples faith and religious customs traditions..

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

I am sometimes taken for a beggar even when I am with my wife .. marriage makes you a beggar anyway you are stuck at one door for a lifetime.. believe me ..marriage destroyed the soul of humanity and gave birth to divorce , the alimony the crooked marriage counselor who gets to hump the unhappy woman free and the lawyer runs away with the clients wife.. after cutting a deal with her.. be singe be happy ..


Who is your most favorite person in the world?

Hussain Ya Hussain

What three things would you take with you to an island?

my broken dreams my broken soul my broken wings

wish you had asked me instead 3 things I would not take on an island .. it would be my wife my children and my work,...

What is your worst dating experience?

I showed her what she did not want to see .. she wanted me to be her friend I was hot humid sensuously horny to say the least and that is the way god made me and many others like me why blame man for the original sin .. it was the woman on the island who opened up first this is my story of the Genesis .. with due apologies to Adam and Eve..


What would you choose: love or friendship?

Ok Friendship with man and love with a woman.. both have their rewards .. friendship with woman means you get only principle amount, love means you get her with accumulative compound interest.

I hate woman friends they leave you the moment they get a friendly lover.

Would you rather have money or fame?

Even God cant do without money.. fame is fine in India you get it for scams corruption milking the country dry or becoming a Minister ...so I will stick to money pay back my creditors all of them and take the road to Nirvana to the Himalayas.

Who would you like to be for a day?

A beggar a real beggar fee his poetry his pain his pathos his fucked dreams gone sour.

What is the craziest thing you've ever done?


Worn a full face covered hijab gone to work and not paid a fine .. but it was my protest against state sponsored hate of Muslims by Sarkozy and his culture goons worse than the culture police of Saudi Arabia and Iran.The Hijab too has a fundamental right to live as a dress of modesty.. and a persons individual choice.


What is your greatest fear?

Becoming a rich man overnight it would destroy the soul of my poetry my photography and my poverty...

Do you sing/dance in the bathroom?

I do what any normal male doesin the bathroom when he gets over excited reading the newspaper on the toilet seat of wisdom.. nowadays papers cant sell without women in skimpy clothes and this where it hurts when the French man says Ban the Hijab..

If the Frenchmans wife was in a hijab she would not lust for her the step son of her husband you know what I mean I dont want my face smashed with a Presidential seal of Liberté, égalité, fraternité.

What is your father like?

He was a clone of Mr Raj Kapoor he passed away leaving his dreams behind, but he is lucky he sleeps with my mother next to her grave by his side , some people are lucky in Death too.

What would you do if you were invisible?

Undo the mistakes I made .. the people I hurt and above all creep into her bedroom and make love to her.. drive her crazy .. killing her softly with my song..you posed the question not me..

Should Obama have won the Nobel Prize?

I dont know but this year it will go to Mr Anna Hazare of India Against Corruption Jai Ho

If you could bring back one person from the dead, who would it be?


* thats a tough one .

But yes Mahatama Gandhi Jinnah Nehru Mountbatten and see India Pakistan united as one Country One People One Ideology of Love Above all things ..so now you know why they call me a brain fucked dreamer ..

Khuda Hafiz

Take Care

Make sure the questionnaire you give to the next guy is your lover and not your friend..
I could write a poem it would be inappropriate as you have not posed it as a question.

Killing Me Softly With Your Song

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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

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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

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

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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

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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


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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 5 pm..

It is a journey a walk that I undertake to share the pain of my Christian friends and in a small way I try to pay back for my Convent education , my upbringing by shooting this event and sharing it world wide..this is a pledge I honor to Christ and the Holy Spirit.

And strengthen my own faith in my beliefs in my Shia heritage and my love of Imam Hussain..

Yes Hussain is Humanity..I dont parrot the words but relive them by shooting the faith of the Hindu friends too..

The Dark World Of Doomed Poetry

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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

Being Human

God was confused he did not know whether to make me a Hindu Sufi Shia Christian or Jew He mixed all the colors made a color new.. He ad...