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Why Jesus Came To India

Why Jesus Came To India, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. jesus
was sick and tired
of the western way
so he traveled
through the himalayas
through the ganges
made his home
here to stay
he liked india
the indian ethos
in every way
the people here
hospitable
charitable
kind human
tolerant
not astray
jesus in
india
is not
the jesus
hung as statue
in a church
they say
he is on the streets
barefeet
giving succor
to people
heals
makes them ok
jesus is a spirit
of humanity
in india
beyond
caste
color or creed
to whichever
god you may pray
here in my
picture
jesus is talking
to the common man
no he is not sachin tichkule
listening to his pain
as they pass his way
jesus loves children
but not in the same way
by cassocked men
in a lustful way
destroying his name
his preachings
his mission
on a rock
he built
on hope
rough winds
have blown away
jesus is mother theresa
who passed away
jesus is a helping hand
at the end of the day
jesus is love
brotherhood
qualities
you
yourself
have to f…

Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine

Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Its Better To Be Human Than To Be Divine


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we can be good
we can be rich
we can be kind
we can be charitable
hospitable divine
but it is all water
over a ducks ass
if we cant be human
we lose peace of mind
humility
the soul of mankind
god given eyes
but to pain
of others we are blind
we show we help
others pretentious
ostentatious
a thought
that slips our mind
so god created
salman khan
with human flaws
within his soul
the love
of humanity
he defined
BE HUMAN
embossed
underlined
salman told
the blind beggar
you lead
I follow
from behind
our paths
through
our collective
strength
combined


To
Salman Khan
in gratitude and humility


ps

All the pictures of Salman Khan I shot from posters at Mr Boney Kapoors office , when I went to see Mr Vinod Talwar my dear friend..

I pay salute to the original photographer who shot this I have merely reproduced the original and tweaked it with a poetic thought.

I am a Defunct Poet Of Mumbai

I am a Defunct Poet Of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. born each morning
on the internet
at the stroke
of midnight
i die
the defunct poet
of mumbai
cobbled up
words
stitched
repaired
boot polished
i wont deny
the cobbler
poet of mumbai
the same words
over and over again
in the same oil
i fry
a cooked up poem
a burnt out passion
to the masses
i supply
i am a caterer
poet of mumbai
the same thread
of words
the same weft
warp of a fabric
as a poem
i restitch
repair
color and dye
i am a tailor
made poet
of mumbai

whether
posterity
will read me
ignore me
its their prerogative
their choice
but in the tear
of a beggar
through 'a picture
i carried
their voice
i gave dignity
to the hijra
from bad to verse
i had
no choice
through a picture
of their angst
i showed
you the world
of the lady boys
poetic pathos
agony anguish
hobsons choice

The Hijab A Dress Code Overblown

The Hijab A Dress Code Overblown, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 135,626 items / 1,043,396 views

Randy Der so much bullshit about a womens choice of clothing...its more fear mongering from the west to the east..

as a liberal modern day living muslim
i feel the hijab a dress code overblown
the muslim woman wears the hijab
its the western world that takes offense
loves to groan and moan
perhaps they are scared it might
become a fashion statement
their women would love to own
fully covered from head to toe
within the silhouette of the hijab
a woman not alone this
could be the only reason
why they want to criminalize it
burn it ban it bury it
beneath a tombstone
the hijab a fury of their
fear psychosis hits
them like a cyclone
bad governance
economic problems
unemployment
on the back burner
its the hijab
for their own sins
they want it to atone
the hijab the only garment
they are far too scared to clone
the hijab the muslim womans
safety zone spiritual enlightenment
not wi…

Fuck Hands Fuck Fate

Fuck Hands Fuck Fate, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

For a new tomorrow I shall wait
where love is supreme fuck hate
fuck hands fuck legs checkmate
fuck wars fuck mines where
bombs detonate bodies
sealed in a crate fuck freight

3 Little Monkeys

3 Little Monkeys, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 135,645 items / 1,045,072 views

In this picture I have caught two ends of a color palette chalky white and blackish brown
when a photographer of repute and renown came to shoot humanity in our town
a tryst with pain down side up right side down he sat next to a stump where others
would frown he felt a human pain deep down shot by another brownish black clown
an offer to shoot Darwinian monkeys he could not turn down a picture within a poem
he writes down fuck grammar syntax fuck all verbs noun pronoun..by time and tide
now mowed down barefeet a bleeding crown a chaotic calamity wont calm down

Eid Al Adha and The Kurbani Goat

Eid Al Adha and The Kurbani Goat, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Eid al-Adha (Arabic: عيد الأضحى‎ ‘Īdu l-’Aḍḥā) or "Eid-u'z-Zuha" "Festival of Sacrifice" or "Greater Eid" is an important religious holiday celebrated by Muslims worldwide to commemorate the willingness of Abraham (Ibrahim) to sacrifice his son Ishmael (Isma'il) as an act of obedience to God, before God intervened to provide him with a ram to sacrifice instead.[1] The meat is divided into three equal parts to be distributed to others. The family retains one third of the share, another third is given to relatives, friends and neighbors, and the other third is given to the poor & needy.

Eid al-Adha is the latter of two Eid festivals celebrated by Muslims, whose basis comes from Sura 2 (Al-Baqara) ayah 196 in the Qur'an.[2] Like Eid ul-Fitr, Eid al-Adha begins with a Wajib prayer of two Raka'ah followed by a sermon (khu…

If Wishes Were Horses Buggers Would Ride .

The Shia Mumbaikars

The Shia Mumbaikars, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Volunteers of Hussain
these selfless spirited workers
neighbors envy Maulahs pride
the Shia Mumbaikars
Ghulam the famous
Noha reciter
Ali a great human rights fighter
Kalu bhai the most sweetest talker
Firoze Shakir
Shia Blogger
more than a sword
the mouse
as a pen is mightier
missing in this picture
the Shia Samurais
Habib and Bakar

Shias of Mumbai Are a Unique Race

Shias of Mumbai Are a Unique Race, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. bleeding heads
bleeding backs
bleeding face
shias of mumbai
a unique race
migrants
sons of the soil
from every place
inheriting this great city
as their birthplace
living in mutual coexistence
with dignity and grace
giving other communities
respect and space
thereby earn respect and praise
their bood shedding a ritual
a protest against terrorism
each moharam a step to trace
trampling the soul of yazidiyat
killing fields of disgrace
azadari e hussain
no despot could erase
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
words on the soul of humanity
to rephrase

We Are Muslims For The Wrong Reasons

We Are Muslims For The Wrong Reasons, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. instead
of living
in peace
our Islamic
ethos
we divide
we believe
in the same Allah
the same Holy Messenger
the same Holy Book
yet we can never unite
we kill our own
we love to fight
our collective cause
our collective plight
no we are muslims
for the wrong reasons
we are first
sunni sufi and shiite

muslims love killing muslims
the core essence of sectarian strife
destroying ourselves others
is a way of life

If I Did Not See This I Would Not Shoot It

If I Did Not See This I Would Not Shoot It, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I dont stalk my subjects , but they become my subjects when their fate throws itself face front on my camera , I give them money the least I can do I will pay for the picture I take of pain ..and this is not a commercial twist the poor Muslim beggars tale.

I respect her choice as a beggar , doing what is perhaps the only thing she can do, she does it with her face covered without hurting those who are responsible for her present situation , if I was a girl photographer I could have sat next to her on the street talked to her found out what blow in life bough her down tree trunk branches and all..

But god did not make me a woman, I am happy with what god made me or gave me .. he gave me foresight he gave me a mind that penetrates the pain in another persons soul..I dont take notes at all, never needed to I fill in life's bank spaces with my Sufi fortitude that I have inherited from the mala…

In a Few Days The Muslims Will Celebrate Bakra Idd

In a Few Days The Muslims Will Celebrate Bakra Idd, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,858 items / 1,732,162 views

wads of money
in their hands
they will buy not
one but a dozen
goats lamb
of the best breed
the very rich
will buy a dumba
or a camel
for that is what
his god needs
an ostentatious
sacrifice
to make
the neighbor
jealous
such is envy
born out of greed
but fuck
who really
has time
to give beggars
save a few coins
a thought
not just muslims
but all caste
color or creed

even the
powerful
needs a lamb
for sacrifice
hussain
was chosen
by yazid
yes we shias
will celebrate
moharam
after
bakra idd
tears on the
soul of islam
good thoughts
actions deeds

Bitiya Tumne Paheli Idd Kab Manayi Thi...

Bitiya Tumne Paheli Idd Kab Manayi Thi..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. bitya
kya tume
suwaiyan
biryani
khaie thi
naye kapde
pahen
kar
tumhare
chehra
par muskuruhat aie thi
bitya tumne paheli idd
kab manayi thi

Jain Sadhvi

Jain Sadhvi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Through 'the serenity
of Lord Mahaveera
amrut flows
a path of peace
a path
traversing
the soul
of humanity
barefeet
she chose
Jainism
a walk
of Life
up close
a touch
of love
hope
harmony
removing
obstacles
all worldly
woes


Namo Arihantanam: I bow down to Arihanta,

Namo Siddhanam: I bow down to Siddha,

Namo Ayariyanam: I bow down to Acharya,

Namo Uvajjhayanam: I bow down to Upadhyaya,

Namo Loe Savva-sahunam: I bow down to Sadhu and Sadhvi.

Eso Panch Namokaro: These five bowings downs,

Savva-pavappanasano: Destroy all the sins,

Manglananch Savvesim: Amongst all that is auspicious,

Padhamam Havei Mangalam: This Navkar Mantra is the foremost.


a mantra of life
the universe echoes
as felt seen by the camera eye
of a poet photographer blogger firoze

Sometimes I Shoot Flowers Too

Sometimes I Shoot Flowers Too, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. flowers that
kiss the feet of mankind
flowers that all Hindu
gods goddesses
round their necks find
flowers entwined
cleanses the human soul
the spiritual mind
flowers that will soon die
but on a hope of eternity
enshrined

fragrance beauty
as a poem defined
they also see read it
who are born
broken hearted and blind


as an after thought
alas no more flowers
only currency notes
as garlands
on political necks find
with Rs 1000 notes
totaling 5 crores
artistically beautifully
designed
a maya jal
to spellbind
politics that
kisses you from
the front stabs
you from behind

Motherhood on the Streets

Motherhood on the Streets, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. her rabbits womb
a manufacturing unit
she will keep on having
children as long as she is fit
her drunk husband
knows children bring
in money he is not a twit
either she spreads her legs
or gets a hit a swollen vagina
unmilking
dried up shriveled tits
a fucked
story of her life
to her daughter
she will transmit
at 14 she too will be
an unwed mother
to the city another
new child as gift
fucked fate
the only reality
you cant outwit
on the roads
you live
on the roads
you shit
fuck fornicate
spit
dont quit

Living a Pipe Dream

Living a Pipe Dream, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. cut
of
from the mainstream
a distant dream
a pledge of a pathos
god wont redeem
only gutter water
running
through his blood stream

The Poetry of Life

The Poetry of Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. life stares at her straight in the face
a poor beggar girl caught in a maze
twinkling dreams in her eyes
on the streets she stays
the poetry of life touches her ablaze
her dignity her girlish grace
untouched by the vagaries
of time in full display
a promise a hope a praise
dumbfounded in daze
a sound of silence
a tune her soul plays
a street screenplay
her life through a corridor
open doorways
looking into my camera mind
I am OK she says
taking my blessings
some money as alms
we part ways


subsequent visits
I never saw
her again
a sad thought betrays
the tragedy of womanhood
body made of flesh
feet made of clay
she came with the winds
now gone away

Street Beauty Has a Shelf Life Too

Street Beauty Has a Shelf Life Too, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 121,892 items / 835,834 views

if you look deep into her eyes
you will see a future that
stares out at you
once she was toddler
on a child's waist
begging at a traffic
signal of life
how fast she grew
she has no clue
she is innocence
does it matter
whether she is a
muslim chistian
or hindu
she begs near
salman khans house
her heart throb its true
street beauty a perishable
commodity has a shelf
life too

Sounds of Silence

Sounds of Silence, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 121,892 items / 835,699 views

She is a beggar girl I met near the Mount Mary steps..she disappeared completely from the face of the earth..

may she always be happy
may she always be touched
by the rays of love and sunshine
may she always be young aglow
may she have no worries
on her brow may she live
long become a mother
a good wife married
to the right fellow
such are my thoughts
as a father a grand father
from my heart towards
her heart flow a picture
of life as a poem
I shot quite some time ago
it was a blank post
titled sounds of silence
why I left it blank textless
poemless at that time
I dont know

perhaps it was comment
at facebook on this link
by my best friend benn bell
sound of one hand clapping
that let in a breath of fresh air
through my souls window
or was it something more
or am I just a muslim
a hindu a christian
beneath the skin
of man yes or no
or am I the shadow
of a human god
who does not
live in hea…

Beggars In Inda Are Shown No Respect

Beggars In Inda Are Shown No Respect, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. untouchables
fallen from grace
in all respect
pain as
scriptures
without text
through
the inner soul
of my camera
their life
i reflect
their
future
there
isn't any
fate
has
annexed
a beggars
bowl
in their
childs hand
what next

I dont deliberately shoot beggars I dont stalk beggars , but the beggar soul stalks me as a beggar poet a camera hung around my neck, I know places days where I will meet beggars but I avoid such situations I have no urge to shoot beggars or the beggar hijras , but they were destined by a lesser god to be captured as the essence of my poetry and spread around..

I shoot Muslim beggars a set at my Flickr photostream, cultivated nurtured , I sgot beggars when I climbed mountains barefeet I shot beggars at Taragad near Ajmer with bleeding flesh, some beggars cut their bodies afresh to garner sympathy, I have broken my fast with beggars during Ramzan.

The few beggars I dont call…

This was my 177005 Blog at Flickr.Com

This was my 177005 Blog at Flickr.Com, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 177,005 items / 1,387,347 views


I dedicate it to the beggars of Bandra I know each one of them, I dont know them by name but I know these territorial creatures , as they stand with hands open and every coin makes a marked difference to their impoverished lives.

Some of the beggars comer to Bandra for change and fresh air, Bandra is like a hill station for beggars from Mumbra Kalwa and beyond.. they come with their kids beg a bit and go back to their far distant suburban homes..shot by a barefeet blogger of Mumbai.

I know of the Albino family that begs at the foothills of Haji Malang that comes to beg at Bandra close to JJ Colony.

JJ Colony is an abbreviated form for Jamat e Jamuriya..that a few years back was clustered slums , now bought down and clustered buildings with shops have come in their place, I pass through this housing colony of predominantly Muslim people cutting through the butcher sho…

Aye Hijda Tujhe Salam

Aye Hijda Tujhe Salam, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. tujhme ishwar
tujhme ram
tujhme shivji
ka pranam
musalman
tujhe kehte
hain haram
aman
tera inam
hijda from orissa
hijda from assam
zindagi besuri
zillat tera nam
roz rat ko
tujhko
karte hain lilam
teri izzat tera dam
shola shabnam
ka ek jam
tere ansu
parde main chippe
tere arzoo nakam
aye hijda tujhe salam
aye hijda tujhe salam

to raksha

Ravan Khush Hua

Ravan Khush Hua, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. mere sar par
hath rakhkar
ravan bahut
khush hua
jai shankar ki
bol kar dil
se di dua
tera kalyan ho
sada sukhiraho
om namash shiva
shiv ki shakti ne
mere rom rom
ko chuha
karma dharma
mansikta ka kua

Shooting Hope Hindutva As A Message of Peace And Humanity

Shooting Hope Hindutva As A Message of Peace And Humanity, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. nothing greater
than my country
where in a garden
all flowers
bloom grow
freely
the fragrance
of Islam
the sweetness
of Christianity
Hope and Hindutva
a message
of peace and humanity
so many rare flowers
rare orchids in plenty
growing together
letting others
grow beautifully
Mother India
her children
are we
so many
branches
roots
of a shade giving
banyan tree
om mani padme hoon
the light of the bodhi tree
an ocean into
which all rivers flow
in compatibility
trust equality

Jesus Bids Mumbai Goodbye

Jesus Bids Mumbai Goodbye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. in the name
of jesus christ
politicians
love to politicize
demolition
of crosses
with double speak
double standards
blatant lies
but they
are really
not interested
a thought
to surmise
to gain mileage
for holding
on to their seats
next election
is their noble intention
covered in disguise
they have no time
to make sacrifice
building towers
building malls
big bucks
big dreams
money buys
who cares
who lives
who dies
like garib nagar fire
like behrampada fire
like nargis dutt fire
the demolition
of crosses
holy shrines
will soon be
forgotten
Mumbai
will soon
be Shanghai
weep not for me
weep for thy women
thy children
Jesus to the city
he loves
bids goodbye
back to Jerusalem
he takes
the next flight
out of mind
out of sight


to randy der
my best friend from montreal

Because Of Terry Jones And Wayne Sapp Jesus Bleeds All Over Again

Because Of Terry Jones And Wayne Sapp Jesus Bleeds All Over Again, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 177,009 items / 1,388,529 views


Controversial pastor Terry Jones, oversaw the burning of the holy Koran, by an evangelical preacher pastor Wayne Sapp in a local Florida church in the US.

Jones said that "trial" of the holy Quran was held on Sunday by a jury of 12 church members and volunteers, with a Dallas Imam as a defence lawyer.

"We had a court process. We tried to set it up as fair as possible, which you can imagine, of course, is very difficult," Jones told The USA Today.

The punishment — burning the book after it had been soaked in kerosene for an hour — was determined from four choices on his organisation's Facebook page.

The Muslim community in the United States has declined to respond to such an act by Jones and his small group of followers.

"Terry Jones had his 15 minutes of fame and we're not going to help him get another few min…

I Shoot Hijras With My Eyes Closed

I Shoot Hijras With My Eyes Closed, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
209,858 items / 1,731,794 views

i blindfold my vision
i shut the weeping
lashes of my soul
on your consciousness
the darkness of their
world I expose
a pain from their
angst into my
bloodstream flows
becomes a poem
instead of
pictorial prose
i shoot hijras
as human
god knows
born men i shoot
them as women
in repose
i shoot hijras
up close
the circle
of confusion
confuses me
as it grows
kohl laden
eyes perky
nose silence
as it beckons me
on tight fisted toes
among so many out
there with cameras
it was me god chose
pictures poems
punctuated piety
i froze hijras
Cleopatra like
elegance
quilted eyebrows

Bakra Eid Goats and Bull Slaughter Pictures 2010