Sunday, April 24, 2011
This is for my Friend Randy Orange Juice Spiked With Brandy
This is for my Friend Randy Orange Juice Spiked With Brandy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
of course
there is
no brandy
a poetic
moment
ice candy
when you
are thirsty
thoughts
of her come
handy
a rock
like love
corroded
eroded
gone sandy
The Feet Of A Beggar Poet of Bandra On Good Friday
The Feet Of A Beggar Poet of Bandra On Good Friday, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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a feat
in her
dictionary
for fools
crapistick
hit and miss
for me
a means
to forget
forgive
catharsis
therapeutic
karmic bliss
deathly throes
a deathly kiss
her venom
her serpents hiss
beyond that or this
a beggar poet
a death like wish
You Have Given Me A Very Heavy Cross To Carry My Lord.. My Suffering Never Ends
You Have Given Me A Very Heavy Cross To Carry My Lord.. My Suffering Never Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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emotionally
drained bankrupt
mad crazy insane
with every step
nothing but more
pain i gain
i try to delete
my shortcomings
they haunt me
come back
in a greater
force again
and again
caught to
the soul of
my misfortune
a cosmic chain
burnished heart
hurting memories
burnished brain
a bleeding heart
her butchers knife
stuck within
the soul of
my misery
what remains
a beggar poet
slain held
to the leash
of a great Dane
disgruntled
disillusioned
demystified
detoxified
lashed
whipped
day in
day out
her way of
being humane
a bleeding wrist
a bleeding vein
my soul
an empty
reservoir
only pain
contains
You Have Given Me A Very Heavy Cross To Carry My Lord.. My Suffering Never Ends
You Have Given Me A Very Heavy Cross To Carry My Lord.. My Suffering Never Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
181,819 items / 1,432,394 views
emotionally
drained bankrupt
mad crazy insane
with every step
nothing but more
pain i gain
i try to delete
my shortcomings
they haunt me
come back
in a greater
force again
and again
caught to
the soul of
my misfortune
a cosmic chain
burnished heart
hurting memories
burnished brain
a bleeding heart
her butchers knife
stuck within
the soul of
my misery
what remains
a beggar poet
slain held
to the leash
of a great Dane
disgruntled
disillusioned
demystified
detoxified
lashed
whipped
day in
day out
her way of
being humane
a bleeding wrist
a bleeding vein
my soul
an empty
reservoir
only pain
contains
In Bahrain Pakistan Malaysia Saudi Arabia They Persecute Shias Too
In Bahrain Pakistan Malaysia Saudi Arabia They Persecute Shias Too, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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those who
believe
in martyrs
the tyrants
will rule
persecute
kill maim
lock up
in dungeons
without trial
judge or jury
execute
so words
on the banner
a thought
transmute
humanity
suffers
who cares
a hoot
they rob
right to freedom
expression
of speech
unborn children s
hopes they loot
souls covered
with soot
soon their
kingdoms
their royal
asses
will face
the public's boots
eunuch silence
as the rest
of the world
watches mute
i would never
do the hajj
as a protest
where the
holy prophet
is under
house arrest
by wahabbi brutes
yes my karbala
is mecca medina
poetic pursuits
my ancestry
my shia roots
yes i am
a hindu shia
my cultural
inheritance
a message
on the soul
of mankind
permutes
barefeet
not just
essence
of christianity
or hinduism
it is man
i shoot
his god
i respect
i salute
my poetic tribute
Happy Easter To All My Friends
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Easter (Old English: Ēostre; Greek: Πάσχα, Paskha; Aramaic and Hebrew: פֶּסחא Pasḥa,) is the central feast in the Christian liturgical year.[1] According to the Canonical gospels, Jesus rose from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion. His resurrection is celebrated on Easter Day or Easter Sunday[2] (also Resurrection Day or Resurrection Sunday). The chronology of his death and resurrection is variously interpreted to be between AD 26 and 36, traditionally 33.
Easter marks the end of Lent, a forty-day period of fasting, prayer, and penance. The last week of the Lent is called Holy Week, and it contains Good Friday, commemorating the crucifixion and death of Jesus. Easter is followed by fifty-day period called Eastertide or the Easter Season, ending with Pentecost Sunday.
Easter is a moveable feast, meaning it is not fixed in relation to the civil calendar. It occurs during the Spring; (Or Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere.) in March or April; the method for determining the date of Easter Sunday is complex, based on lunisolar calendar.
Easter is linked to the Jewish Passover by much of its symbolism, as well as by its position in the calendar. In many European languages, the words for "Easter" and "Passover" are etymologically related or homonymous.[3] The term "Pascha", from the same root, is also used in English to refer to Easter.
Easter customs vary across the Christian world, but decorating Easter eggs is a common motif. In the Western world, customs such as egg hunting and Easter Bunny extend from the domain of church, and often have a secular character.
English and German
Main article: Ēostre
Ostara (1884) by Johannes Gehrts
The modern English term Easter developed from the Old English word Ēastre or Ēostre (IPA: [ˈæːɑstre, ˈeːostre]), which itself developed prior to 899. The name refers to Eostur-monath (Old English "Ēostre month"), a month of the Germanic calendar attested by Bede, who writes that the month is named after the goddess Ēostre of Anglo-Saxon paganism.[4] Bede notes that Ēostur-monath was the equivalent to the month of April, yet that feasts held in her honor during Ēostur-monath had gone out of use by the time of his writing and had been replaced with the Christian custom of "Paschal season".
Using comparative linguistic evidence from continental Germanic sources, the 19th century scholar Jacob Grimm proposed the existence of a cognate form of Ēostre among the pre-Christian beliefs of the continental Germanic peoples, whose name he reconstructed as *Ostara.
Since Grimm's time, linguists have identified the goddess as a Germanic form of the reconstructed Proto-Indo-European goddess of the dawn, *Hausos and theories connecting Ēostre with records of Germanic Easter customs (including hares and eggs) have been proposed.
Modern German features the cognate term Ostern, but otherwise, Germanic languages generally use the non-native term pascha for the event (see below).
Semitic, Romance, Celtic and other Germanic languages
The Greek word Πάσχα and hence the Latin form Pascha is derived from Hebrew Pesach (פֶּסַח) meaning the festival of Passover. In Greek the word Ἀνάστασις (upstanding, up-rising, resurrection) is used also as an alternative.
Christians speaking Arabic or other Semitic languages generally use names cognate to Pesaḥ. For instance, the second word of the Arabic name of the festival عيد الفصح ʿĪd al-Fiṣḥ, [ʕiːd ælfisˤħ] has the root F-Ṣ-Ḥ, which given the sound laws applicable to Arabic is cognate to Hebrew P-S-Ḥ, with "Ḥ" realized as /x/ in Modern Hebrew and /ħ/ in Arabic. Arabic also uses the term عيد القيامة ʿĪd al-Qiyāmah, [ʕiːd ælqiyæːmæh], meaning "festival of the resurrection", but this term is less common. In Maltese the word is L-Għid. In Ge'ez and the modern Ethiosemitic languages of Ethiopia and Eritrea, two forms exist: ፋሲካ ("Fasika", fāsīkā) from Greek Pascha, and ትንሣኤ ("Tensae", tinśā'ē), the latter from the Semitic root N-Ś-', meaning "to rise" (cf. Arabic nasha'a—ś merged with "sh" in Arabic and most non-South Semitic languages).
Isenheim Altarpiece: The Resurrection by Matthias Grünewald, completed 1515
In all Romance languages, the name of the Easter festival is derived from the Latin Pascha. In Spanish, Easter is Pascua, in Italian and Catalan Pasqua, in Portuguese Páscoa and in Romanian Paşti. In French, the name of Easter Pâques also derives from the Latin word but the s following the a has been lost and the two letters have been transformed into a â with a circumflex accent by elision. Additionally in Romanian, the only Romance language of an Eastern church, the word Înviere (resurrection, cf. Greek Ἀνάστασις, [anástasis]) is also used.
In all modern Celtic languages the term for Easter is derived from Latin. In Brythonic languages this has yielded Welsh Pasg, Cornish and Breton Pask. In Goidelic languages the word was borrowed before these languages had re-developed the /p/ sound and as a result the initial /p/ was replaced with /k/. This yielded Irish Cáisc, Gaelic Càisg and Manx Caisht. These terms are normally used with the definite article in Goidelic languages, causing lenition in all cases: An Cháisc, A' Chàisg and Y Chaisht.
In Dutch, Easter is known as Pasen and in the Scandinavian languages Easter is known as påske (Danish and Norwegian), påsk (Swedish), páskar (Icelandic) and páskir (Faeroese). The name is derived directly from Hebrew Pesach.[5] The letter å is a double a pronounced /oː/, and an alternate spelling is paaske or paask.
Slavic languages
In most Slavic languages, the name for Easter either means "Great Day" or "Great Night". For example, Wielkanoc, Veľká noc and Velikonoce mean "Great Night" or "Great Nights" in Polish, Slovak and Czech, respectively. Велигден (Veligden), Великдень (Velykden), Великден (Velikden), and Вялікдзень (Vyalikdzyen') mean "The Great Day" in Macedonian, Ukrainian, Bulgarian, and Belarusian, respectively.
In Croatian, however, the day's name reflects a particular theological connection: it is called Uskrs, meaning "Resurrection". It is also called Vazam (Vzem or Vuzem in Old Croatian), which is a noun that originated from the Old Church Slavonic verb vzeti (now uzeti in Croatian, meaning "to take"). In Serbian Easter is called Vaskrs, a liturgical form inherited from the Serbian recension of Church Slavonic. The archaic term Velja noć (velmi: Old Slavic for "great"; noć: "night") was used in Croatian while the term Velikden ("Great Day") was used in Serbian. It is believed that Cyril and Methodius, the "holy brothers" who baptized the Slavic people and translated Christian books from Greek into Old Church Slavonic, invented the word Uskrs from the Croatian word krsnuti which means "to enliven".[6] It should be noted that in these languages the prefix Velik (Great) is used in the names of the Holy Week and the three feast days preceding Easter.
Another exception is Russian, in which the name of the feast, Пасха (Paskha), is a borrowing of the Greek form via Old Church Slavonic.[7]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter
Jeevan Ke Safar Mein Raahi
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Jeewan Ke Safar Mein Rahi Lyrics
Jeevan ke safar mein rahi
Milte hain bhichar jaane ko
Aur de jaate hain yaadein
Tanhaayi mein tadpaane ko
Ro ro ke inhi raahon mein
Khona pada ek apni ko
Ro ro ke inhi raahon mein
Khona pada ek apni ko
Has has ke inhi raahon mein
Apnaaya tha begaani ko
Jeevan ke safar mein rahi
Milte hain bhichar jaane ko
Aur de jaate hain yaadein
Tanhaayi mein tadpaane ko
Tum apni nayi duniya mein
Ho jao paraaye ban kar
Tum apni nayi duniya mein
Ho jao paraaye ban kar
Jee paaye to hum jee lenge
Marne ki saza paane ko
Jeevan ke safar mein rahi
Milte hain bhichar jaane ko
Aur de jaate hain yaadein
Tanhaayi mein tadpaane ko
Open Letter To The General Manager MTNL Broadband
Open Letter To The General Manager MTNL Broadband, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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Dear Sir
I am having a lot of problems with my Internet service several complaints to your office at Bandra Reclamation , has not helped I continue my travail of pain.
I am trying to upload pictures of an important event I shot but it is just not possible with your poor lousy erratic service that I pay for every month without you compensating me for outage.
I have no personal issues till the time my services are not restored satisfactorily and fully I shall keep on blogging my pain as a letter to you, I am sure you have no time like our own government to soothe the problems of the common man..
Please dont forget I am Anna Hazare too in my own humble way...
You cant just take me fr granted every time.
Thanking You
Firoze Shakir
Photo Blogger
firozeshakir@gmail.com
I Did Not Shoot Pictures I Shot The Poetry of Pain
I Did Not Shoot Pictures I Shot The Poetry of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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for the christian
community
to whom i owe
my education
my values
my heritage
my tradition
my humility
in every grain
barefeet
walking with
jesus christ
a shia muslim
follower
of hussain
carrying
his own cross
the cross of his
turbulent
tribulation
as the poetry
of his life
flowed
down
the drain
reflecting
within himself
of karbala ashura
a spiritual domain
loota hua bagh
ek ujda hua
chaman
anken ansu
tadapta hua dil
hai madre hussain
Jesus Was With Me Every Way of The Walk
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a moment
of penance
my pain
blisters
on my barefeet
my life my broken
dreams
my broken
wings of poetry
i took stock
apart of
me was
crumbling
a part of me
stood like rock
i was silent
i could not talk
in future shock
a trembling
door of
my muse
at the other
end of the shore
she kept
encouraging
me as the pain
grew more
i walked for her too
she would never know
i am sure
flesh blood tears
on her heart
made of iron ore
Walking Barefeet With Jesus Christ On Good Friday
Walking Barefeet With Jesus Christ On Good Friday, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
Sometimes I would put my scarf beneath my feet when i could not bear the burning heat
My Feet Burnt Like Hell
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it was my walk
my pain i felt
i could not tell
beneath
a beggar poets
feet lay his destiny
his heaven 'his hell
his soul to the devil
for worldly comforts
he would not sell
screamless pain
as the pain
with every step
swelled
if i die
tomorrow
please dont shed
crocodile tears
all is well
that ends well
i am trying
very hard
to break away
from her magic spell
what she wants me
to be i cannot be
my sou with her
soul only poetically
i can gel the pain
the pathos fuck
the hard sell
her dewy eyes
her Cleopatra nose
her sensual neck
of a gazelle
me my poetry
of pain
in a nutshell
a beggar poet
a gaping hole
a gushing pain
a shrapnel
a cause
without a rebel
If She Only Knew What I Feel
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some wounds
mutilated body parts
take time to heal
her spiritual
sensuousness
in my dark moments
i tried to feel
layer of her make up
where her buoyant soul
lay i tried to peel
with a part of her angst
i tried to repair
my broken karmic wheel
but she destroyed
the poetry of
my broken
window pane
surreal
she who
was once
my muse
my ideal
a lingering
pain
i conceal
let me live
the way i live
to her deaf ears
i appeal
i cannot
be what
she wants
me to be
my ordeal
coagulated
soundless
heart beats
as another pain
poetically congeals
I Am A Beggar Poet Who Shoots Pain
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bare feet
on Good Friday
walking
with jesus
a pain
i feel cant
explain
or on the streets
during moharam
cutting my head
to the chant
of hussain
doing
the tandav
on the soul
of terrorism
shimr
yazidiyat
a poetic
thought
on the soul
of humanity
remains
poetry
of my life
held stealthily
by a cosmic chain
i reflect
remorse
persecution
of people
a thought
held
in a grain
as it cries out
"Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani!"
before
a man of god
was slain
If It Was Easy I Would Have Deleted You Long Time Back
If It Was Easy I Would Have Deleted You Long Time Back, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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perhaps
saved
myself
the pain
the cross
of my sufferings
my tribulations
the whippings
my bleeding back
you are nothing
but an illusion
an intrusion
an intuition
within the soul
of my poetry
a needle in
a haystack
a lyrical note
of a lost song
a heart
that cracked
a broken
clay pot
oozing blood
on a lost track
with every harsh
word you utter
a new pain
on my disillusioned
soul you stack
if you knew
the meaning
of love
in my
world pitch black
you would not
back track
i have decided
your world
is not mine
i will never
come back
if wishes
were horses
than this
beggar poet
would not be
on a horseback
my integrity
my humility
my sincerity
my dignity
with every
master stroke
you viciously
attack
on the soul
of my bleeding
poetry
a painful
flash back
Persecuted For Being A Poet..In Love
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i go back
to my niche
my loneliness
my dreamless
hopeless alcove
the cage is empty
only feathers remain
they slew my dove
memories facebook
moments neither here
nor above a push
became a shove
i hate love
The Hijab Is A Poem God Wrote
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a dream on the soul
of muslim woman
a poem god wrote
a poem on wings
a dream afloat
a spiritual
covering
a monsoonal
raincoat
why it affects
those who
dont wear it
heads of states
an anger
a racist fear
emotes
hamari aurten pehenti hain unhe lagti hai chot
for the wearer a garb of modesty of her choice an expression of freedom denotes and yet the quintessential hijab in the west always a scapegoat..
humility peace hope humanity on the soul of Islam and the world it promotes
dedicated to
my muse
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