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TUM NA JANE KIS JAHA ME KHO GAYE

TUM NA JANE KIS JAHA ME KHO GAYE, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. picture shot by late prof bw jatkar


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Tum Na Jane Kis Jaha Mein Kho Gaye Lyrics

Film: Sazaa (1951)

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Hum bhari duniya mein tanha ho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Maut bhi aati nahin saans bhi jaati nahin
Dil ko yeh kya ho gaya koi sahi bhati nahin
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Tum kaha, tum kaha, tum kaha

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Ek jaan aur laakh ghum gooth ke reh jaye na dum
Aaon tum ko dekhle doobti nazaron se hum
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Loot kar mera jahan chup gaye hon tum kaha
Tum kaha, tum kaha, tum kaha

Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Hum bhari duniya mein tanha ho gaye
Tum na jane kis jahan mein kho gaye

Once Upon A Time There Was A Warrior Goddess Queen

Once Upon A Time There Was A Warrior Goddess Queen, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,540 items / 1,438,567 views

beautiful
divine
hardly seen
she always hid
behind
a ghostly
silver screen
she loved to cook
haleem kebabs
lots of green
a beggar poet
fell in love
with her
kohle laden eyes
Cleopatra nose
gazelle like neck
her porcelain skin
she became his muse
his lifes existence
to her chagrin
she was mad
at his audacity
she turned
him into a
babys napkin
hung
him to dry
on clothesline
with a clothes pin
falling in
love with
her divinity
was one of
the greatest sins
so on the clothesline
he takes a royal spin
sometimes in love
you can however
never win
broken dreams
from within
now he could have
won her hand her heart
if he was a djinn
but he was human
wrote paeans
of her beauty
this village
bumpkin
his love
he could
not trade in
beggarly
demeanor
covered in
calfskin

a tale of
sorrow
there in
from
her mystical kingdom
called facebook
he was self exiled
kicked on the s…

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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These are two beggar girls and their brother who were begging at Bandra Hill Road and followed me to my work place, they were from a suburb called Mumbra they told me, I gave the some money but also took these shots to show you survival on the mean streets of despair...

Forgiveness Is What I Seek

Forgiveness Is What I Seek, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,496 items / 1,437,816 views

Silence is golden
even though
you dont speak
i offer you my
other cheek
the spirit was willing
my flesh was weak
only memories
held to my beak
from the cage of
friendship
you did sneak
a poet choked
on a bloody creek

zindagi besuri
kuch nahi theek

Even Poets Deserve A Second Chance

Even Poets Deserve A Second Chance, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,491 items / 1,437,787 views

we all make
mistakes
when we romance
illusions that leap
flirt and dance
poets too go
in a trance
falter fall deserve
a second chance
its through
forgiveness
humility
our parents
wishes blessings
we enhance
in life on a journey
as we advance

Beggar Poets Angst

Beggar Poets Angst, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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she
has
thrown him out shut the door
corroded at the core nothing
she owes she wants him no
more his poetry
to her stifled soul a bore
she has gone silent
ever more
as the beggar poet
hits the floor broken
dreams blisters
on his feet as sores
hot water on his
hopes she pours
a poem of love
distant shores
broken wings
folklore
deactivated
on her cosmic
consciousness
a whimper a roar


today she has an appointment with the doctor i hope pray her body her heart her soul recovers.. peace hope happiness she once more discovers...a friend who could not be a lover ...

Spilled Grain Story of My Life

A Dream That Broke

A Dream That Broke, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

everything over
just a few
strands of hair
her memories
when i awoke
a beggar poet
always broke
a gazelle
neck
i could not
touch
or stroke
only a friendly
facebook poke
that too deactivated
finally choked
tears soaked
permission
revoked
a power bubble
sweet memories
evoke come
back the heart invokes
to a beggar poet
heart broke

Indian Woman

Indian Woman, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

My Frugal Breakfast Rs 10

Once Upon A Time In Bandra

Heart Broken Asshole

Lost World of Old Bandra

Sayings of Jesus on the cross

Sayings of Jesus on the cross, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,466 items / 1,437,692 views

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

There are seven expressions traditionally attributed to Jesus during his crucifixion, gathered from the four Canonical Gospels.[1][2] Three of the sayings appear exclusively in the Gospel of Luke and three appear exclusively in the Gospel of John. The other saying appears both in the Gospel of Mark and the Gospel of Matthew.[3] In Mark and Matthew, Jesus cries out to God. In Luke, he forgives his killers, reassures the good thief, and commends his spirit to the Father. In John, he speaks to his mother, says he thirsts, and declares the end of his earthly life.

Since the 16th century these sayings have been widely used in the preachings on Good Friday and entire books have been written on the theological analysis, and the devotional elements of the seven sayings.[3][4][5][6]

Physicians and scientists who have studied the medical aspects …

I Grieve In Silence

I Grieve In Silence, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,466 items / 1,437,692 views

in my prison cell
diabetic disharmony
hopes not well
blisters
on my heart my feet
a smelly cats
heart
i tried to bell
a pain
remembered
on my soul
it swells
out
of a distant
heaven
i created
my own hell
thoughts
of agony
i try to quell
i am too
scared to ring
her trembling
doorbell
i have been
used abused
duly
expelled
a broken clay pot
oozing blood
a broken dream shell

I Am Happy She Has Left Me And Gone

I Am Happy She Has Left Me And Gone, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,466 items / 1,437,692 views

a new awakening
hopes unborn
the twilight of my
life forgotten
fucked dawn
poetry pawned
love she had
spawned
my soul
had warned
she would
cock tease
soon be gone
nature
of woman
to be loved
to be scorned
eternal friendship
undeleted forever
i was such a
greenhorn
falling in love
with a warrior
queen goddess
a divine beauty
highborn
lost moments
betrayed
moments
i reflect sadly
i mourn
a page
had created
from the womb
of my misery
a page
she has torn
leaving behind
a pain stillborn

A Poets Cosmic Soul Grilled Raw And Tender

A Poets Cosmic Soul Grilled Raw And Tender, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,387 items / 1,437,482 views

my love
will always defend her
from the frying pan
into the fire
grilled raw and tender
what god put together
my poetry put asunder
her anger her thunder
yes falling in love
was my Himalayan blunder
why why why i wonder


to her wily charms
her innocence
a part of me surrendered

tum takalluf ko bhi ikhlas samajhtay ho faraz dost hota nahi har hath milanay wala

tum takalluf ko bhi ikhlas samajhtay ho faraz dost hota nahi har hath milanay wala, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,385 items / 1,437,472 views


aisa dost jo dost ko bhuljanewala...woh toh chal diye dosti par laga ke tala...

a beggar poet encaged

a beggar poet encaged, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,385 items / 1,437,438 views

overnight
his hair
turned
snow white
he aged
locked
in a coffin like cell
a poet encaged
in pain enraged
with a sledgehammer
like blow on his poetic
consciousness
his sense
of modesty
his humility
his dignity
she outraged
a war on the
soul of his poetry
passion pathos
she engaged

Your Facebook Account Has Been Deactivated

Your Facebook Account Has Been Deactivated, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,384 items / 1,437,406 views

far from
a madding crowd
i dont need
to poke her
on her wall
scream or shout
from facebook duly
deactivated i am out
a beggar poet
a flickering flame
in black out
from the dungeon
of her heart
shut out
i pulled out
to secure
my sanity
from within
without
an empty kettle
steaming spout
washed out
i dropped out
burnished poems
on sepia tinted
print out
her pain
becomes
unbearable
when the
computer blinks
lights
go out


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be displayed
says the lay out


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when in doubt
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firoze shakir
photographerno1
from facebook
phased out
in his old hide out
like haleem
kebabs
totally
overcooked
burnt out
in total rout
she rolls eyes
shuts mouth
d…

One Day We Will Surely Meet

One Day We Will Surely Meet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,383 items / 1,437,393 views

on mumbai streets
a warrior queen goddess
a beggar poet barefeet
a goddess who stole
his fire stole his heartbeat
oh she hates cheats
doublecrossers
she loves to delete
memories bitter and sweet
on a simmering fire pre heat
oh come back says the poet
do not retreat you win
i accept defeat
he entreats hidden
in the grave in a
winding sheet
pathos poetry passion
personal off beat
to be a friend not a lover
he repeats her shadow
on his soul demure petite

One Day We Will Surely Meet

One Day We Will Surely Meet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,383 items / 1,437,393 views

on mumbai streets
a warrior queen goddess
a beggar poet barefeet
a goddess who stole
his fire stole his heartbeat
oh she hates cheats
doublecrossers
she loves to delete
memories bitter and sweet
on a simmering fire pre heat
oh come back says the poet
do not retreat you win
i accept defeat
he entreats hidden
in the grave in a
winding sheet
pathos poetry passion
personal off beat
to be a friend not a lover
he repeats her shadow
on his soul demure petite

Fashion Goes Out Of Style - Style Never Goes Out Of Passion

She Has Flown The Coop

She Has Flown The Coop, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,381 items / 1,437,242 views

leaving me
my pain
my sorrow
in my rusty cage
a sudden
separation
now seems
an age
on the soul
of my humanity
a war
she waged
a coup
she staged
i am out
of facebook
no more
on her
favorite page
what i feel
she will never
gauge her
silence
on rampage
life is nothing
but a revolving
stage karmic
chaos pathos
poetry passion
fate enraged

Madonna and Child

Madonna and Child, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,380 items / 1,437,220 views


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


The Madonna and Child or The Virgin and Child is often the name of a work of art which shows the Virgin Mary and the Child Jesus. The word Madonna means "My Lady" in Italian. Artworks of the Christ Child and his mother Mary are part of the Roman Catholic tradition in many parts of the world including Italy, Spain, Portugal, France, South America and the Philippines. Paintings known as icons are also an important tradition of the Orthodox Church and often show the Mary and the Christ Child. They are found particularly in Eastern Europe, Russia, Egypt, the Middle East and India


Works of art which show the Madonna and Child can be paintings or sculptures. Some paintings are very large and show the Madonna on a throne, with saints standing around it. These paintings are altarpieces; they are designed to go above the altar in a church.

In some …

She Used Me Abused Me

She Used Me Abused Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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with sweet nothings
her chatter banter
she amused me
with a magical
love potion
she enthused me
she confused me
to get rid of her
pain her wounds
maimed me
bruised me
abused me
misused me
her work over
she threw me out
out on the streets
happy at the thought
a deleted dream
she had used me
a poetic pain
suffused me
uncontrollable
sobs accused me
with a long pause
she excused me