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Shooting The Soul of Lost Illusions

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

My Docket No 1156 Changes Everyday But My Internet Problems Dont End MTNL Broadband

My Docket No 1156 Changes Everyday But My Internet Problems Dont End MTNL Broadband

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

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

The Pain Passion of Jesus Christ

Hussain Is Humanity So I Shot Jesus Too And Felt My own Personal Pain

Remembering Hussain On Good Friday

Remembering Hussain On Good Friday

Remembering Hussain On Good Friday

Remembering Hussain On Good Friday

Remembering Hussain On Good Friday

A Barefeet Blogger of Bandra On Good Friday

Ctying On Good Friday.. Remembering Hussain

Bandra Times Barefeet With Jesus On Good Friday

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. 181,781 items / 1,432,301 views

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

Walking Barefeet With Jesus on Good Friday

Walking Barefeet With Jesus on Good Friday

Happy Easter To All My Friends

Happy Easter To All My Friends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 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. …

Jeevan Ke Safar Mein Raahi

Jeevan Ke Safar Mein Raahi, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK89cqSf5Hg&feature=related

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

Father Forgive Them..And Than Came a Messiah Called Anna Hazare

The Hand of Hussain Shoots The Soul of Pain

You Have 2 Cameras I Have Passion And Poetry

She Allows Me To Shoot From Her House Every Year ..

Open Letter To The General Manager MTNL Broadband

Open Letter To The General Manager MTNL Broadband, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,764 items / 1,432,241 views

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. 181,764 items / 1,432,231 views


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

She Did Not Call

Jesus Was With Me Every Way of The Walk

Jesus Was With Me Every Way of The Walk, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,764 items / 1,432,228 views

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

I Carried Jesus In My Hands On Good Friday

Touch

Touch, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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

My Feet Burnt Like Hell, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,753 items / 1,432,223 views

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 I Die Tonight Please Dont Shed Crocodile Tears For Me

If She Only Knew What I Feel

If She Only Knew What I Feel, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,652 items / 1,432,158 views

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

Kash Hum Juda Na Hote Kbi Alvida Na Kehte

This Was For The Mumbai Municipality

I Shot Jesus And Died

I Shoot With My Eyes Closed

I Am A Beggar Poet Who Shoots Pain

I Am A Beggar Poet Who Shoots Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,633 items / 1,432,131 views

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. 181,619 items / 1,432,108 views


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

Whipping the Soul of Jesus Christ

The Cross

The Cross, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Hands Bound Silence And Bleeding Poetry

I Lost It For Good

3 Barefeet Walkers of Christ

I Hate Love

I Hate Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Persecuted For Being A Poet..In Love

Persecuted For Being A Poet..In Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,549 items / 1,432,004 views

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

The Hijab Is A Poem God Wrote, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 181,532 items / 1,431,915 views


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