Showing posts from May 12, 2011

Mazbooti Andar Khubsurti Bahar

Mazbooti Andar Khubsurti Bahar, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 184,946 items / 1,457,252 views

God gives me pictures because he knows I shoot from the heart..he knows I dont really need pictures I search for poems among dust heat and dirt..

because you
belonged to
someone else
on the poetry
of your life
i wont dwell
i saw you
felt attracted
to you
my karmic
my soul
by a soundless
sea shell
it hidden
my purgatory
my hell
the only
on the soul
of humility
that does
not sell
what has age
got to do with
falling in love
a coin i threw
in the wishing well
it ricocheted hit
the other person
fell back in the well
i am sure he is
doing well
khuda hafiz
you are
a treasure
a hidden
pearl in
an oyster

good bad or ugly
time will tell


Jambuls, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 184,944 items / 1,457,236 views

This is jambuls from the tree near the slums, the tree is in the Galaxy building close to Bandra transit camp...not the Galaxy where Salman Khan stays...

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Jambul (Syzygium cumini) is an evergreen tropical tree in the flowering plant family Myrtaceae, native to Bangladesh, India, Nepal, Pakistan, Trinidad and Indonesia. The word 'Jambul' is sometimes mistranslated as 'Blackberry', which is a different fruit.

Jambul is also known as Jaam/Kalojaam, Jamun, Nerale Hannu, Naval pazham,Neredupandu, Jamblang, Jambolan, Jambula, Black Plum, Damson Plum, Duhat Plum, Jambolan Plum, Java Plum or Portuguese Plum. "Malabar plum" may also refer to other species of Syzygium.

For long in the period of recorded history, the tree been known to have grown in the Indian Sub-continent, and many other adjoining regions of South Asia and around. The tree was…

Man Is A Gutter of Despair

Man Is A Gutter of Despair, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. life fucked
who really
his pain
with you
i share
man a
corroded parts
cant be repaired
his fucked karmic fate
forever ensnared

I Use Facebook Like A Blog

I Use Facebook Like A Blog, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 184,927 items / 1,457,157 views

i post links
a few wall pictures
of hijras streets
sleeping dogs
i deactivate
my account
when the poetry
in my soul clogs
to my flickr
a facebook
when pain
my pedantic
posterior flogs
tears on the soul
of my weblogs
at facebook
i pimp
my blogs

Doing A Headstand On The Soul of Sorrow

Doing A Headstand On The Soul of Sorrow, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

else s pain
you cant borrow
karmic overtures
fucked today
fucked tomorrow

The Cat Woman of Bandra

The Cat Woman of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
She is a Hindu .. she is a pucca hardcore vegetarian, she does not eat fish or milk.

But she knows the nature of the cats diet she goes to the fish market with her bare hands she collect the left overs of the fish and feeds them her in this tiny badly lit Bandra gaothan lane..

Earlier did not take kindly to my taking her picture than I explained to her that her example is better than a celebrity Bollywood endorsing PETA .. I told her I am not a writer but I write stories through pictures and her cats had a right to be seen and heard..

Her cats have Hindu Christian Muslim names need I tell you more..

This Goat Understands Me We Both Share The Same Butcher We Love

This Goat Understands Me We Both Share The Same Butcher We Love, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 184,905 items / 1,457,140 views

I dont think you will believe this ..but on my return from work tired drenched sweaty he waits for me and he knows I will shoot him , I never refuse him , and he and I are soul mates only thing his time on earth his death is imminent my time on earth time of my death is confusing..and bizarre.. people lust for life wealth glitz glamor I dont.. am more alive on the internet than in real life I am more alive in my dreams they nurture my unknown zone..

This goat is not my alter ego..he envies me I know it very well I mock the blade when it hits my head and I live I bleed and I am there again each year reliving his pain as a memory of Bakra Idd..

He knows I shoot Bakra Idd because I shoot blood and through the blood I shoot I shoot his sacrifice I shoot Karbala I shoot his pain I shoot my pain too...his Bakra Idd my Moharam are cosmical…