Sleep in a Basket, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Dreamless sleep in a basket.. Nightmares nebulously nefarious in a casket. And fate , illfated cant even mask it. And bubbling hope breaking unweaned through the gasps in a gasket
TRANSLATION OF MY URDU POETRY I leant to smile looking at flowers I fell in love to find that the ingredients in love were far too spicy. My accursed days had come I took a mouthful and found it was salty too
Firoze Shakir.,1976..Kenna, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Alas how swift the moments fly , How flash the years along Scarce here, yet gone already by The burden of a song See childhood, youth , and manhood pass, And age with furrowed brow; Time was .Time shall be - drain the glass- But where is Time now?
quincy adams ..the hour glass
1976 I used to work in a branch of Burlingtons of Bombay , this was at the branch at Oberoi Sheraton .. this was a world within a world. ..I was learning fashion designing from Mrs Jennifer Kendal wife of the actor Shashi Kapoor who acted in all Ivory Merchant Productions., Mrs Gabriella Kapoor wife of my boss Mr Andre Kapur.. this hotel was on the bay called Marine Drive.. My salary was Rs 700 per month.. it is on this salary that I got married in 1977,,after my girlfriend broke up with me and I took too drinking and drugs..and I was the most famous guy on the block as I spoke French , some German.. read Eliot, James Jyoce Sartre, Kierkgard, …
Thinking Man, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Mumbai the heart and soul that was once Bombay Poona metamorphosed as Pune games that politicians play in power they have to stay regionalism fractured favoritism parochialism as human hearts from other indian regions they betray with false hopes false promises every day jai maharashtra jai mumbaikar slogans that break heads break bones a tax the migrant must repay heads made of molten brass held on feet of clay political deities greater than greater India they say god show them light of peace and humanity a sincere solemn prayer if only they would care angels watch with envy as fools who do and dare
Marziya is lonely as her best friend her grand mother my wife has gone on a pilgrimage , Marziya played games with her grand mother , and they hit of like bread and jam.. Marziya loves her grand mother intensely passionately, I told her Grand Ma will pray for her at Bibi Sakinas tomb , Bibi Sakina is daughter of our revered Imam Hussain grandson of the Holy Prophet..She than retorted Dada she wont pray for you because you always fight with her..
Marziya has not been well since two days cough and cold , but she sat on my computer and her favorite is Chulbuli You Tube..
Tomorrow Marziya Shakir turns 4 year old she shares the birthday with my ex boss Mr Kishore Bajaj of Badasaab Bespoke.
She wants to give money to the Umbrella Lady who sits at Bandra Reclamation , Marziya Shakir shares her pocket money with beggars
we are one sometimes it is true most of the times we are two different sides of a single coin god came to our rescue we got married in Lucknow 33 years down the line 3 kids on the menu we are a strange couple when people who dont know us see us together they think the lady in the burqa is married to a hindu i walk barefeet all of me in a saffron hue only during moharam they know i am a shia in a black winding sheet of ghame hussain blood spilling out through doing tandav on the soul of shimr a dagger cutting flesh muscle sinew does it matter as a street photographer i shoot hijras as humanity i have a hijra guru i shoot the naga sadhus ganesha durga shiva brahma vishnu hope and hindutva is my cultural inheritance too peace is what i pursue