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I Found Peace here at Fakhruddin Shah Babas Dargah Mahim..

this is woman used abused .. and robbed off her light forever

the dog has seen better days than man..

hunger is a manifestation of hope

the missing soul of a street goddess .. raped brutalized murdered to appease the soul of mankind

as a street photographer i shoot the waves of time as they hit the shores of humanity

will women ever be safe in indian society based on killing the girl child in the womb

oh fuck the old year let me get good sleep before they put crackers and light up my tail

The Chancawalli Rafaees at Makhdhoom Shah Baba Dhuni Mahim

The Chancawalli Rafaees at Makhdhoom Shah Baba Dhuni Mahim, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I visited the Chancawalli rafaees today with my friend Sakib he shot the picture too, I was not dressed as a Malang as I had come from a meeting at Prabhadevi.

The rope is to keep people from entering the dhuni the holy fire..I had kept my cloth shoes outside and walked barefeet .. met all my old friends and later shot their pictures .

Once many years back I shot the Rafaees passionately and documented their rituals piercings but now I have no time and I did not come here on the first day of the Urus because of Moharam.

i know the fire is burning in your insides .. we are the charred living dead

My Great Grand Children Please Forgive Me I Am Dead But Leave You The Poetry of Life As My Wasted Heritage

Happy New Year To All My Friends .. May 2013 Bring You More Bullshit

We Killed The Sparrow The Vultures With Our Chemical Romance

We Killed The Sparrow The Vultures With Our Chemical Romance, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

garbage dumps
are graveyards
wastelands
as we sink day
by day in our
values in our stand
we destroy humanity
leaving bleeding foetus
as imprints on the sands
we rape we mutilate
we brutalize what we
cant understand
we have evil minds
that cant be castrated
even if we cut of testicles
or raping hands
mother india
weeps as another
blow lands another
girl raped dented
painted ..and ...
rape is our national
sorrow our national
equity brand
our leaders safe
protected guarded
security well planned


this poem was inspired by a fellow poet from new orleans anthony posey

these are the children of the god of the streets .. you cant erase or delete

Now Fucked 2011 0r Fucked 2012 Cannot Be More Fucked Than 2013 ..

Now Fucked 2011 0r Fucked 2012 Cannot Be More Fucked Than 2013 .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. And I am talking about street dwellers ... only their homes get demolished year after year ..

life moves very fast ..happy new year from street dwellers ..

The Chakra of Life Has Gone Rusty

Before I Leave For Work I Pay My Tribute To The Lord Of Garbage

Before I Leave For Work I Pay My Tribute To The Lord Of Garbage, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
And my ass is covered by garbage dumps at both ends where I stay , this is the smaller temple , while going to town or the highway ..

The larger one the tourist attraction next to the Bandra Bazar is the Larger Temple , now Nerjis my 17 month old grand daughter is honing her photographic skills learning to shoot it , Marziya my 5 year old grand daughter is an expert .. she is the only child who has shot hijras since she was 2 year old.

And your children will learn those skills that you teach them I have taught them photography, to see the world through a peep hole , we are all born voyeurs so God created photographers , but photographers turned greedy conceited so from the rib of the photographer God created humility and the blogger I dont know what came first Man or Garbage or God..

Going To Film City .. And A Ricksha Drivers Tale

Going To Film City .. And A Ricksha Drivers Tale, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
His name is Aleem he is a rickshawala and he I have taken him to few places with me as I know him, however when I cried out Film City all the Bandra ricksha guys wanted to go but I chose Aleem who was standing along with them at the Bandra Reclamation chai shop. he was the guy who had help me bring the new bird cage home with my grand kids from the pet shop at SV road Bandra.

When I sat in his ricksha he was sad , it turned out while he was sleep miscreants robbed him off his belongings , and also stole his mobile phone his license , and that of the other ricksha guys who sleep in their rickshas ..

I tried to get him out of his bad mood but told him he must lodge a complaint with the Bandra Police .. he had not done that as I was his first passenger of the morning and it was a lamba bhada.

As I was early I took him to Santosh Nagar , made him wait I climbed the hillock to meet my Naga Gu…

The Job of a Street Photographer Is To Steal Souls And Share Their Happiness Pain With Others

the naga babas - hope and hindutva a documentary by a beggar poet

the naga babas of juna akhada

the naga babas of juna akhada, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. my next upload at flickr is ling kriya of my naga guru shri vijay giri maharaj which only flickr members can see as i will have to moderate it ..not for public view

The Dam Madar Malang And The Naga Sadhu Two Parallel Lines of Faith

The Dam Madar Malang And The Naga Sadhu at Kali Temple

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Guru Blessing The Head That Bleeds For Hussain

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I was meeting him after several years and this was simply because I had some work at Flim city I was meeting a director at Whistling Woods , so I came here had two cups of coffee with my Guru ..

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj is well versed in Islamic scriptures and is a scholar a healer and friend of the Rafaees and Dam Madar Malang

He was happy that I had become a Malang and I was meeting my Guru after almost 4 years ..he had changed his mobile number so there was no way I could connect with him unless I came here , and I just did not have the time drive or inclination.

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj wants me to join him at the Maha Kumbh he has just returned from Allahabad setting up the tents for his disciples ..

I told him I could only make it after Moharam, either for 10 Feb Shahi Snan or the 15 Feb or straight in March at Mahashivratri.. I dont know I play cosmic roulette .. what happen…

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I was meeting him after several years and this was simply because I had some work at Flim city I was meeting a director at Whistling Woods , so I came here had two cups of coffee with my Guru ..

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj is well versed in Islamic scriptures and is a scholar a healer and friend of the Rafaees and Dam Madar Malang

He was happy that I had become a Malang and I was meeting my Guru after almost 4 years ..he had changed his mobile number so there was no way I could connect with him unless I came here , and I just did not have the time drive or inclination.

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj wants me to join him at the Maha Kumbh he has just returned from Allahabad setting up the tents for his disciples ..

I told him I could only make it after Moharam, either for 10 Feb Shahi Snan or the 15 Feb or straight in March at Mahashivratri.. I dont know I play cosmic roulette .. what happen…

luckily i dont get off my cab when i shoot street photos

the muslim man is waiting for the right bus

do gaz zameen bhi mili khade bazar main..khada parsi

the khada parsi now that he has got arthritis standing for so many years is finally being operated upon

demolished dreams

when the slums are demolished the slum dwellers dont give up hope they rebuild again

dont blame the girl child if she comes under the wheel of hate of male macho indian society

once this was a home now after demolition it is a graveyard of memories

the hijra that i accidentally shoot nowadays

the hijra that i accidentally shoot nowadays, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Over 17000 images of hijras shot by me are no more for public view ..and this hijra begging on NM Joshi Marg saw me recognized me immediately , and this is the lowest order of cross dressers actually posing as hijras but not really from the community .

They beg on traffic signals and ekea living , but now even women dress up as hijras and beg at traffic signals of Bandra Linking Road and near Old Natraj studio Andheri signal.

I hardly shoot hijras anymore . with people stealing your pictures at Flickr it makes no sense shooting them.

the face of mumbai.. without makeup or lipstick

pushing a fucked 2012 out .... and bringing a new one in

Mumbai Is A Rich Mans Paradise And A Poor Mans Hell

I Shoot As Many Stories In a Single Frame ..

Street Children Making The Old Man Of 2012

Street Children Making The Old Man Of 2012, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
They will burn him am midnight and usher in the new year 2013

There Is A Huge Wall Between The Rich And The Poor

There Is A Huge Wall Between The Rich And The Poor, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

one on the 33 rd floor
in air conditioned
comfort the other
breathing fumes
of the gutter
living on a sewer
the rich and the poor
dengue mosquito bites
malarial fever no cure
be poor die poor
suffer endure
only during election
time netaji with
folded hands '
gives them an ear
once he gets his
chair making money
glamour glitz allure

Flickr Uploaders Whether Old Or New Are A Pain In The Butt

happy new year 2013

property taxes to increase in mumbai city - ha ha ha

home is on the friendly streets of mumbai

God Did Not Vote This Time

God Did Not Vote This Time, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 100,037 items / 606,524 views

god busy
bringing relief
to people all over
maharashtra
did not vote
this time
in protest
against
politicians
who for the welfare
of his people
dont care a dime
his people suffer
rising electric bills
rising taxes
rising cost of
education
living dead
in his lifetime
long live crime
says a nexus
of leaders and criminals
every time
as the bells chime
his people
becoming old tired
disillusioned
in their prime
children begging
on the streets
no school time
on the backs
of a single vote
to vidhan sabha
of success
the candidate
climbs
the poor man
searching
for his life
in the meantime