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I Bleed and With Every Stroke Of My Dagger I Curse Yazid

Freedom of the Press ...A Shia In Black Dress ..

We Think Same ...

If You are a Grand Father You Will Know What I Feel

If You are a Grand Father You Will Know What I Feel, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. from my children s
garden
a few loving moments
with fruits
of his joy i steal
for me by a
generous god
a lavish meal
she shoots me
i shoot them
together
the world
we heal
we are spokes
of a humble
cosmic wheel

3 Street Photographers .. Past Present Future

My Grand Kids Seek The Blessings of Mr Rajesh Khanna My Mentor

My Grand Children Were Once On Facebook..

My Grand Children Were Once On Facebook.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Ruth Canonico
6:39 AM (32 minutes ago)

to me

Dear Brother Firoze,
It has been a long while since I have written to you, but I often think of you and your beautiful and moving photographs of the life of the diverse people of Mumbai Tonight, Iam watching a visit Oprah Winfrey made to India and she is jsut now in Vrindavan, 'City of Widows'.
Of course it is obvious that someone with the position of Oprah, she would ahve been offered the best of experiences, but I give her credit for wanting to visit the people who live in cramped homes of one room and share a buket shower and latrines in Mumbai, and now in this city where 16,000 widows live on the streets.
Of course she also goes to big parties and meets improtant and wealthy people, but it just shows the marked contrasts in your country, Firoze.
I love seeing your photos of your beautiful grandchildren and also the ones of your street living…

Nerjis Asif Shakir Walks Down Memory Lane

Nerjis Asif Shakir Walks Down Memory Lane, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Nerjis Asif Shakir 9 month old goes to meet and be blessed by Mr Rajesh Khanna my patron my guide and my mentor of Bollywood...

My Grand Daughter Marziya Shakir Steals My Soul on the Canon EOS 60D

Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old Shoots Me on The Canon EOS 60D

Four Year Old Marziya Shakirs First Shot On The Canon EOS 60D

Four Year Old Marziya Shakirs First Shot On The Canon EOS 60D, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I shot her
on the 7D
she shot me
quite competently
on the 60 D
grand father
grand daughter
both shoot
the dregs
of humanity
live and lets
be free
from racism
narrow mindedness
shallowness bigotry
make a new world
possible shooting
pictures as poetry

Raju And Shyam of Reliable Stores Fort

To Marziya Shakir Worlds Youngest Street Photographer With Love

The Desire To Live Died When She Buried Me In The Dead Poets Cemetery

The Desire To Live Died When She Buried Me In The Dead Poets Cemetery, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. hastily she
wrapped me in a
bleeding shroud
hid my half breathing
half dead body
from the mourning
crowds hijras eunuchs
malangs beggars
weeping head bowed
google+friend
jack c crawford
flew in from
america
fields of frienship
we had ploughed
at the dead poets
cemetery
read a board
photography
strictly
not allowed
the heartless
woman who left
me for crying
out loud
googledrive
drop in cloud

The Bandgala With a 12 Meter Pajama .. Dam Madar Beda Par

The Dabbawalas of Mumbai

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

A dabbawala (Marathi: डबेवाला); also spelled as dabbawalla or dabbawallah; literally meaning ("box person"), is a person in India, most commonly found in the city of Mumbai, who is employed in a unique service industry whose primary business is collecting freshly cooked food in lunch boxes from the residences of the office workers (mostly in the suburbs), delivering it to their respective workplaces and returning the empty boxes back to the customer's residence by using various modes of transport. "Tiffin" is an old-fashioned English word for a light lunch or afternoon snack, and sometimes, by extension, for the box it is carried in. For this reason, the dabbawalas are sometimes called Tiffin Wallahs.

The word "Dabbawala" in Marathi when literally translated, means "one who carries a box". "Dabba" means a box (usually a …

used abused thrown out on the streets ...fucked womans day i repeat

used abused thrown out on the streets ...fucked womans day i repeat, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

man needs
to fuck any women
on two legs
when he comes
on heat
the cock too needs
something to eat
woman once used
abused
is a file so easy
to delete
her tits
her clit
her twat
fuck
who cares a shit
for her heartbeat
woman was made
as a commodity
by a macho male god
no soul flesh
in a winding sheet
woman fragemented
incomplete this is a general
thought not of the beggar poet
who with other poets
photographers
does not compete
a shit head shooting
society scum
barefeet the eunuchs whores
beggars hijras spawned
by mother earth in defeat

used abused thrown out on the streets ...fucked womans day i repeat

in india women are treated as goddess or piece of shit..

beggars are the only indigenous export from India nobody wants

Sometimes Honestly I Dont Know Why I Shoot What I Shoot

Sometimes Honestly I Dont Know Why I Shoot What I Shoot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
my pictures talk
to me but i go mute
they sometimes
reprimand me
courteous
i wont refute
here i saw
two guys
a babe
very cute
dichotomous
beaut
a part of
her tanned
the other
part faded
bag of jute
falling
in love
with women
is jumping
from the
empire state
building
without a
parachute
in your
birthday suit
suicidal pursuit
i also tried
falling in love
with a transvestite
all was fine
till one day
she showed me
her erect offshoot
a new thought
took root i gave
her up now
i am celibate
single happy
i simply
google+
compute
no problems
no dispute
though
i am open
if i do get a
new nubile
recruit
with ample
of fruits
top heavy
not hirsute
of good family
background
my love
wont dilute
my next poem
to her will
be my lasting
tribute

for fuck sake dont ask me if i steal souls when i shoot ...on my multi colored ass a signature collection of my past ladies boots ..

I Prefer The Canon EOS 7D It gives depth of space to my Pictures

I Prefer The Canon EOS 7D It gives depth of space to my Pictures, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
And it shoots faster than I think ..

Mother The Whole World Knows Us Now ..

Mother The Whole World Knows Us Now .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

we are
beggars
on the soul
of humanity
thank you all
we take a bow
we are poorer
than the poorest
our worth
far too little
as compared
to the sacrificial
goat or the holy cow
we are fatalists
we live for now
with begging
our empty stomach
we plough
we were born
dreamless
we bless you
for every coin
you give us
may god give
you the golden
laden bough
no we wont
ever return to
this karmic
world of
inhumanity
pain suffering
we take a vow

i have taken poetic liberty muslims dont believe in reincarnation or karma ..

Mother Why Are You Crying Again..When I Grow Up I Will Change Your World

I Shoot Mothers Day Every Day On The Streets In Bandra

Muslims Actually Hate Beggars They Give The Community a Bad Name

Mother And The Bleeding Cosmic Wheel of Pain

If Wishes Were Beggars Than Horses Would Hide

Mother I Finally Understood Why You Cover Your Face ..

Mother When Can I Go Home And Play ...

Mother Why Is He Stealing Our Souls ..

Even God Cant Save You If You Are A Muslim Beggar

Even God Cant Save You If You Are A Muslim Beggar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 230,434 items / 1,936,045 views

Muslim society promotes beggary, because for charity to take form a a godly virtue you need a recipient for making it work.. so enter the beggars and giving a few coins before and after the Friday prayers an extra bonus .. to mans salvation.

And Muslims who see this on the streets are immune to her pain , hypocritically they will discuss every issue under the sun save the issue of rehabilitating the poor, buying a rich fat goat for sacrifice is more important to appease God than feeding educating the poor.


And the rich Arab states are paying for their sins against Man.. and Terrorism is nothing new in Islam the Holy Prophets progeny was always terrorized killed massacred , brutally eliminated so history is there to testify against their lust for power temporal greed and excesses.. if I talk much on this topic it would be considered Shiaspeak..

But killing …

I Am Aging Gracefully

Behind Every Crazy Man Lies A Sane Woman

An Ode To My Great Father In Law

An Ode To My Great Father In Law, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. inspired by my friend Jack.. C Crawford

it is the father in law
with his chutzpah
who adds hope
humanity
to our married life
with all
its flaws
he balances
the marital seesaw
before we
get mauled
by the mother
in law
she loves
her daughter
more than
the son outlaw
before we
met our wives
it was her mother
we saw
with the rolling pin
in one hand
in the other
hand
the hacksaw

a fun rhyme
with malice to none
to my mother in law
i am her best one

Both my parents are dead and it is my in laws I consider mother and father , initially they were not willing to give me their daughter ..I was 25 with a salary of Rs750 .. I drank , I had a roving eye .. I was crazy too.. but they gave in and I am married for 35 years now ..thanks to them I became a good person I think so..

I am on Google+

brioni

brioni, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

The Rich Mans Soul Lies In His Wallet

Sometimes It Is Nice To Know What It Feels To Wear Rich Clothes

Clothes Do Not Maketh A Man Humility Does ..Gods Naked Truth

I am the Corporate Malang of Mumbai

Man Can Live Without Fashion But Not Without Style

Distorted Dilemma Of Deleted Dreams

PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES BREAK EASILY

She Locked Me Out And Threw The Keys In The Arabian Sea

Your Suit Is Incomplete Without The Poche

The Touch of Class

She Blocked Me Deleted Me And Stole My Dreams

I am a beggar who lives his dreams in silence ..stealthily shot by jj

I stole the soul of this pianist ...

I stole the soul of this pianist ..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 230,385 items / 1,935,755 views

as she moved
her red nail
polished fingers
rolled her wrist
to shoot
her capture
the sound of her
music on your ears
i could not resist
on the poetry
of your consciousness
she now exists
feathery wispy
emotional
whispering
sensations
my camera kissed