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I Thought I Would Never Post Her Pictures But I Succumb To Her Charm

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I Thought I Would Never Post Her Pictures But I Succumb To Her Charm, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Nerjis Asif Shakir is my camera loving grand daughter , she turned 8 month recently and the day my wife told me she had a serous health related problem , my world crashed becuse we both are Malangs , mystics or whatever you understand by this term.. we relate to each other through the poetry of Life .

I disabled public views of her pictures here at Flickr and other places on the net.

Nerjs Asif Shakir I baptized as the Google+ kid as she was launched on Google+ the very second she was born and her picture clicked and sent to me by my eldest son..father of the youngest street photographer Marziya Shakir too.

Its been about a few weeks that Nerjis Asif Shakir fought and almost overcame her illness , but is weak and vulnerable .. we all at home are careful dont touch he without washing our hands..

We give her space and she is the only crawler in our house , mind you I hav…

Amchi Mumbai

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the badly fucked common man of india..

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pictures are evolving every second on the streets ..

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a car humping a truck..wtf

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God God Bola Marathi Bola..

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Hakim Saab Medicine Man ..Unani Medicine

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The Common Man of India ..is not a page 3 icon..

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i shoot poems as fleeting moments in rhyme and time

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fuck the world.. leave me alone

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the house where pain lives happily with peace

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pigeons that live here cannot fly welcome to Slumbai Mumbai

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The Street Slums of Mumbai...

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this is the city where i live...the soul of governance it wont forgive

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the silhouette of the hijab

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the indian man works without complain.. he carries another mans pain

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On Your Mark Sets Go..

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man is a withering tree broken branches fucked roots

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god cursed woman the day she was born her pain has yet not gone

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the cobbler wont shed tears on his leaders who let him down..

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beggars at haji ali keep in touch on the mobile phone no big deal if he is using one

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the bhaiyya ...has stopped seeing elephants going berserk in parks and breaking statues in his dreams

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falling in love ruined me forever ...

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it might sound strange but pictures wait for me to be shot...a pact between me god and a cosmic plot

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this is a house without a roof windows or doors ...only a public floor

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man was born in a cage lives in a cage dies in a cage ..he surely is not in gods image

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i shoot prisoners of fucked karmic destiny ...

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you can go ahead and fuck me i am immune to pain..

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the muslim beggar was born crippled much before he entered his mothers womb

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i shoot walls...bedraggled dreamless human dolls ..my silent steps as footfalls

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you can only see my world if you close your eyes.. i shoot darkness and despair

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I was initiated into street photography...because poetry demanded I shoot it too

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Moghul Masjid Iranian Mosque Mumbai

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he is represented by people in parliament who became millionaires overnight he will always be where he is

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i fell in love she skinned me and than blew me away..seeds of wrath

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man is mans greatest enemy on earth.. hate that he bought to earth..

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i stopped dabbling and destroying the soul of my pictures .. i refuse to shoot black and white

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My Pictures Tell Multiple Stories ...

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The Silhouette of the Hijab

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Life is on the Move...Crowded and Aloof.. A House Without a Roof

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The Rich and The Poor Woman of India..The Great Divide

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The Hijab Is a Protective Shield..

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The Hand Cart Pushers of Mumbai

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The Muslims of Uttar Pradesh Trust Mr Mulayam Singh..He Gave Them Hope He Gave Them Wings

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The Muslims of Uttar Pradesh Trust Mr Mulayam Singh..He Gave Them Hope He Gave Them Wings, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. perhas the muslims of uttar pradesh
dont trust mullahs imams
who join the political bandwagon
for personal gain no other thing
build malls buy property
live like kings ..with every new
government that comes to power
a new song sing,,,to power
position as chamchas they cling
divide the community stones
they fling.. being a muslim
but called a shia sunni
sectarianism hate
the greatest curse
above all things
being an Indian
proud of our destiny
jai hind

welcome to the next five years of dirt and filth in mumbai...

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from here come flowers that are placed at the feet of our lord..

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from here come flowers that are placed at the feet of our lord.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. dadar flower market the dirtiest filthiest place on earth..

defacing the soul of poetry

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defacing the soul of poetry, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. we love piddling our angst
on white washed walls
we dig our nose
we love scratching our balls
our armpits the stench
of open gutter in crowded trains
sanity we love to assault
we are born hypocrites
in others we love to find faults
we love to break rules
fuck the traffic signal
of life over speeding
we dont halt
drink drive kill
on fresh wounds
we sprinkle salt

har kahani main interval ke bad twist hota hai..picture nahi chali toh producar rota hai

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The Chador

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The Chador, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


A chādor or chādar (Persian: چادر‎) is an outer garment or open cloak worn by many Iranian women and female teenagers in public spaces. Wearing this garment is one possible way in which a Muslim woman can follow the Islamic dress code known as ḥijāb. A chador is a full-body-length semicircle of fabric that is open down the front. This cloth is tossed over the woman's or girl's head, but then she holds it closed in the front. The chador has no hand openings, or any buttons, clasps, et cetera, but rather it is held closed by her hands or tucked under the wearers arms.


Traditionally a light coloured or printed chador was worn with a headscarf (rousari), a blouse (pirahan), and a long skirt (damaan); or else a blouse & skirt or dress over pants (shalvar), and these styles continue to be worn by many rural Iranian women, in particular by older women. Historically in urban location…

First she tempted me with a half open door now she has locked herself in..

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First she tempted me with a half open door now she has locked herself in.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. love she says is the original sin
i am one of the many in her
recycling bin her heart
made of iron my soul
made of tin ..her beauty
only a parchment of skin