Friday, April 22, 2011

14 Stations of The Cross Good Friday Lenten Walk 2011

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I was invited by Joe Dias of Cross for the Lenten walk .. today excerpts of his invitation below

The Indian Christian Church (Clergy & Laity) Initiative

Sub: Request to Announce & Cover Good Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 10.30am to 2.30 pm.
Place: Sacred Heart Church, Khar (W), Mumbai 10.30 am onwards

24th Annual Lenten Walking Pilgrimage
Thousands to Walk in Prayer & Protest Good Friday, also called Holy Friday or Great Friday, is the Friday preceding Easter Sunday. It commemorates the crucifixion and death of Jesus Christ at Calvary.

I have been walking this path with the Christians since many years but for last two years I walked bare feet and this year too..I did it to show my solidarity with their pain and their spirituality.

And it is the Catholic kids who encourage me this is dedicated to those young souls without their love affection and they consider me one of their own my barefeet walk would not have been possible shooting pictures too, they allowed me to rest and sit on the main van where the 14 Stations were held in different surroundings....a 7 km walk.. people walked barefeet like me including a Sikh boy Manjit and many others reciting rosary.

About Good Friday from the net
Traditions on Good Friday -- also known as Holy Friday and Black Friday -- include prayer, fasting and alms giving. Here are 10 quotes to help commemorate Good Friday:

"See, my servant shall prosper, he shall be raised high and greatly exalted."
- Isaiah 52:13

"Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.
In you, O LORD, I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame.
In your justice rescue me.
Into your hands I commend my spirit;
you will redeem me, O LORD, O faithful God."
- Luke 23:46

"Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed."
- I Peter, 11:24

"Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.'"
- John 11:25-26

This is my new set at carefully documented and the pain captured as poetry and pictures...As I wont cross blog this please see the entire lot at

Your ShadowBoxer

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Kaise baazaar kaa dastuur tumhen samajhaauuN
Bik gayaa jo vo khariidaar nahi ho sakataa ...

Jaane Kya dhoondhti rehti hai ye aankhein mujhme.. -

he tried
hard very hard
to out fox her
in the darkness
of the silhouette
of his soul he tried
hard very hard
to in box her
the poetry
the passion
the pathos
of a barefet
shadow boxer
from far
from near
with his poetic
he shocks her
with his fucked
doomed fate
the dichotomy
of love
he mocks her

My Inner Thoughts On Good Friday

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Fr Gerard in the short kurta shirt was a good man he was the parish priest of St Peter Church Bandra , but he left after adding his youthful vigor and zest , I spent great times with him , and I miss him immensely he understood me as I understood his love of life Jesus Christ..

But a thought is troubling me since a last few days I am pained I met a Roman Catholic priest I was taken up by his love for his community and his mission of life but sadly he does not like Muslims specially Muslims like me as a Sufi man who reads mind through the silence of the human soul , this thought hit me hard , and I know what is his problem he does not know my agenda , why and why for....

And maybe he does not know me as Fr Jaun in the bush shirt who is my spiritual mentor a humble man who recently gave shelter food to two Croatians visiting our city for almost three days ..

Or my other dear friend Fr Lawrie or Fr Gerard, and perhaps he is not net savvy or he would know about me my love of humanity , perhaps he has blinkers on his godly soul and I dont blame him , but I could not let this thought eat my spiritual entrails..

I recently dropped in to see him , but he had no time to come out and say a simple Hello to me.. and it does not matter it was the poetry of my life that felt the pain of his discomfiture of seeing me..

And as I write this as he goes about with his Mass on Good Friday I hope for a second he thinks of a Muslim beggar poet who will walk with his community to share the pain the pathos of Jesus Christ..the beggar poet will walk bafefeet to understand the meaning of pain suffering and life and perhaps resurrection too..

And how can he forget the women of Vakola who washed his burning feet last year at the market place...I cried from within and understood the trials tribulations of Jesus Christ so I shoot him write poems and I have passed on the heritage of my photography to a three and a half year old girl Marziya Shakir my grand daughter who shoots Jesus Christ more evocatively than I do.

The Bubble In My Life

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“The world 's a bubble, and the life of man less than a span.”

like a bubble in my life
she came the fire in my soul
the fire in my loins she tried to tame
a figment of my mind my thoughts
my passion my poetry my pathos
ethereal unreal real she became
hearing her voice as she spoke to me
her sweet little voice box i tried to claim
this momentary transient bubble will
soon disappear end of the game
a tear on my cheek she will leave behind
going back to her world across the border
from where she came a power bubble
calamitous karma taking its toll who but me
to share the blame a burning candle
falling tempestuously in love with a
flickering flame a bubble trouble
on the mound of a rubble all in name
her picture stares at me mocking
the poetic deliriousness of my mind
as she moves backward forward
in my revolving minds picture frame

Cover Up

Cover Up, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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f you only knew

i die million deaths

just to say i love u

from the burning
desire of my flesh
into your soul i leap

i cant get sleep
kissing every
square inch
of your divine body
i weep
trying to hold you
hug you
with my breath
allover you i sweep
a part of you
deep within
my own part i keep
i am wide awake
you are fast asleep

i want to
touch you
sweet heart
of stone
only once
only once
only once

i bleed
i seep

my poem is more than skin deep

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eyes wide open
counting sheep

Marziya Shakir 3 And A Half Years Old Shoots Time And Space Beyond Religiosity

Acharyaji Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 And A Half Years Old

The Weird Story of My Shiva's Eye Ring

A few days back I was buying some fruits at Bandra Bazar Road and on my way home I realized I had lost one of my finger rings ,so I came back to the bazar told a few vendors about my loss including the place where I thought I had lost it.. this never happens..

Yesterday the fruit vendor called me when I was taking Da Mir Pan home and retiurned the ring that had accidentally fallen among his fruits.. my karmic loss is a karmic gain too many a times..

Who will believe it...

Marziya Shakir Photographer No1

Marziya The Music of Life

Juen Dekhna Typical Muslim Womanly Pastime

you would love this i shoot memories i shoot life
i shoot frozen time

She Quenches My Thirst And The Heat In My Body

A Slow Killer Called Diabetes

I Call The Shots When I Shoot Jesus

Come To Me I Am Love Life And After Life