In My Mothers Womb I Discovered Karbala ..On Ashura Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Monday, January 30, 2012
In My Mothers Womb I Discovered Karbala ..On Ashura Day
In My Mothers Womb I Discovered Karbala ..On Ashura Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Photo Blogger
Every photographer has a vision but not all visionaries are photographers .
Anselm Adam, Cartier Bresson did their time passed away, photographers dont die, they lives their images on the consciousness of mans impulsive soul...
Its not how old you are in photography that lambasts me, its how young and fresh, I owe my pictorial stature a little in all humility to young American photographers , poets of photography, prodigiously inventive, Doyou like it, Scarlet lark,Xris Taylor, Shadow Boxer, Rabbit and Crow, and here at Flickr Leirdasim.., to name a few,
I learn in a different way, I absorb their enthusiasm but not their style, I absorb their love for the final online print .
Yes I am a photo blogger man who writes pictures and shoots words.
India Shining
far away
from the mother country
an Indian heart pining
searching for old memories
beneath a silver lining
An Indian is an Indian
wherever he is
it is through
his love
India shining
This is for Fred Miller Indian born Pune loving blogger , my dearest friend...
26 March 2010
Unbegotten Happiness
even when life
is in a mess
365 days of the year
one dirty dress
the street is my home
fuck the address
the flip side of pain
unbegotten happiness
see this on a small screen
flickr blogspot twitter google+
facebook word press
as a blog access
poetic pathos
pedestrian
barrenness
The Naked Truth of Life
zindagi ki ad
main zindagi bitate hain
hamara ghar kahan hai
ham pata bhool jate hain
ham kapde pahankar bhi
nange nazar ate hain
apke chand sikkon par
apne pasine ki
mohar lagate hain
ham to bheek
ke mahutaj
sapne hame chukar
chale jate hain
The Poor Miya is Fucked Before He Is Born
a beggar child
his life he mourns
people eye him
with scorn
he was his family's
first born
his legs afflicted
his pain inborn
like a wooden door
outworn
begging
on the streets
timeworn
a few coins
wont rehabilitate
his destiny
tattered and torn
the poor miya is fucked
much before he was born
Muslim Woman Unchanging Times
a pain
that wont
go away
a pain
of a lifetime
muslim
woman 'poor
on the streets
unchanging times
uneducated
forced into
early marriage
her only crime
at her feet
after reading
this poem
you throw
a dime
i shoot pain
but it shoots
me sometimes
blogging the sucked
soul of humanity
a fucked pastime
Because We Exist God Exists He Is Poorer Than Us
Because We Exist God Exists He Is Poorer Than Us, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Otherwise why would the rich man offer him all the wealth and riches
Wild Orchids in Bloom
on the road
a path
leading
to their doom
they watch
you
in your car
as you zoom
weft and warp
from a broken loom
wild orchids in bloom
my blogs vying
for attention
despair and gloom
a cosmic poet
in a strange costume
rings on his fingers '
as heirloom
life a fucked showroom
tears of sorrow
manufactured from
a dying womb
a child buried
on a mound
of a tomb
We Beg So We Live
the man
dead drunk
who fucked
our mother
we forgive
we beg so
we live
if we die
our mothers
whorish
wanton
womb
another
child
will outlive
Deformity Called Life
life is a circus
you enact
your part
without fuss
a deformity
called life
you wont see
on star plus
corroded
eroded
you rust
ashes to ashes
fucked dust to dust
Mother Fucker Get Ready To Work
He was bought to the world not as a gift of life..simple plain hardcore truth, in this beggar flower selling community , the early you fuck the better it is , the birth of a child is rejoicing, he gets to work immediately , there is no post natal care ..fuck you must be joking , no shots nothing , hand delivered beneath the Mount Mary steps protected by Mother Mary herself..they are all denizens of her kingdom at Bandra.
Now mind you I am not making this up, I have no story to sell, but I have shot this community for a very long time I film their pain with a still camera frame after frame .. I dont sell pictures , nobody really cares a fuck..unless you make a over hyped film and give it back to us as Slum Dog Millionaire .. we gave the West the art of making love we called it Kama Sutra , they gift wrapped and gave it back to us as Porn..
Yes western Porn sells , poor mans blogs dont..not me as the poor man but the poor I shoot as the poor man.
I could fill all my pictures with text but fuck who has time to read text...and honestly in all humility who has time to write text and Google and Facebook and Flickr and Twitter are laughing all the way to the bank for the free service a blog does fuck the blogger .. ha ha ha
Man is Man's Worst Enemy
man kills man
man is mans
worst enemy
nature kills
man too
animal kills
man too
but man
kills man
ferociously
grievously
seriously
killing his body
his soul
fatally
mercilessly
even today
as he did
previously
Fuck If Only God Had Made Me Blind
I would not have to see
corruption the malaise
in society a world unkind
i would not have
to read the times of india
the hot selling news
the rape of a 12 year
old child whether it
happened or did not happen
only a fuck makes headlines
human values dead
on the soul of a fucked
mankind sometimes
i really wonder if god
was in his senses
when as a cosmic poet
this world gone to seed
within a word he designed
man the sucker
the victim the hunter
the prey
man
devoid of godliness
within god you find
Fuck If Only God Had Made Me Blind
i would have not shot these pictures
a poem unsigned
Unpicked Flowers for Sale
on a fucked human trail yes it is humanity that its young one fails
emotions weak and frail worse if it is the cry of a little female
a fucked human tail wags wails only the rich and the mighty
new frontiers can scale a face of sorrow hidden within a veil
human misery wholesale fucking one world to another world we sail
the world is nothing but a dream in transit held captive in a jail
to romeo fraioli ...
sometimes sorrow hides beneath a thumbnail
Now If I Could Only Tell You Why The Fuck I Shoot Beggars .
Now If I Could Only Tell You Why The Fuck I Shoot Beggars ., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
And I dont sell pictures I distribute it free on the Internet I evangelize one religion .. the religion of pain of every fucked beggar on earth..
Juton Se Judi Hui Duniya Hamari
ek tasvir main kaid he zindagi hamari
juton se judi hui duniya hamari
apke talvon ke neeche hamari nishani
hamari haqeeqat muh boli kahani
Our Lives enjoined to the Soles of your Feet
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