beggar poet at worli seaface with the common man stuck in a pot hole my happiness my moments of joy bliss my poetry all vanished in one swift stroke of bad luck through a hole in my beggars bowl now in sorrow his dreams deleted depleted he walks barefeet bareassed on embers of coal one sided love nothing but a grinning mocking manhole he came he saw he took her away fucked fate the marauding mongol i pleaded i begged i tried to to cajole but relentless remorseless a lady without soul apoplectic angel fish in a gilded fish bowl my misery my poems starving in a facebook hell hole as she watches my agony my anguish through a peephole sir i am now nothing but fragmented genius without goal i am just a miserable part a broken heart out of control blisters filled with pus my burning soles i am gutter water as i flow through a facebook sinkhole doomed from th…
Street Photographer Mumbai About firoze shakir Firoze Shakir Photographerno1..is a Shia mystic..they don't make like this any more.. he walks on fire,self flagellates,cuts his forehead each Moharam.. he is sane as sane as you or the guy next door,.. HE WALKS BARE FEET..MOCKING AND KISSING THE GROUND WITH HIS FEAT.. THEY SHED TEARS TOO..SOAKED IN BLOOD OF PAIN
I feel the winds as they blow the golden sunset glow like a little paper boat into the waters of an ocean I flow my destiny not yet ready to kiss dollar littered American shores I am happy shooting hijra beggars eunuch kids hijra whores my karma my dharma my bare feet my diabetic sores my camera like vision to a deaf and dumb god above implores when it rains it really pours man two legged animal crawling on all fours open windows of my mind my future stares at me a shut door a whimper held to this leopards roar a chant of my faith blood sweat…
Marziya Talks To God, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Most of the time Marziya will pick up her moms phone and have lengthy conversations, in a language that is her own concoction..as a poet I think she talks to a greater Divinity complaining about the quality of life as she sees it with her child's eyes.
And I think the greater divinity at the other end gives Marziya a patient hearing too.
Perhaps god is not a person with a white flowing beard but only a little child in a heavenly crib..running the world with a little dimple on his cheek..
तुम मुझे भूल भी जाओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ़ मुहब्बत नहीं कुछ और भी है ज़ुल्फ़-ओ-रुख़सार की जन्नत नहीं कुछ और भी है भूख और प्यास की मारी हुई इस दुनिया में इश्क़ ही एक हक़ीकत नहीं कुछ और भी है तुम अगर आँख चुराओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको मैंने तुमसे ही नहीं सबसे मुहब्बत की है तुम अगर आँख चुराओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको
तुमको दुनिया के ग़म-ओ-दर्द से फ़ुरसत ना सही सबसे उलफ़त सही मुझसे ही मुहब्बत ना सही मैं तुम्हारी हूँ यही मेरे लिये क्या कम है तुम मेरे होके रहो ये मेरी क़िस्मत ना सही और भी दिल को जलाओ ये हक़ है तुमको मेरी बात और है मैंने तो मुहब्बत की है तुम मुझे भूल भी जाओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको
She Did Not Ask Me For Money ..But I Am a Beggar Poet, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I was rushing back to work, through this short cut, when I spotted her sitting her back towards me I thought she was a beggar I knew who sat here , I was wrong I realized it after giving her Rs 10 .. and she thanked me profusely , she was in need .. but her thanks was like a blessings hands held high in silence..
Had she asked God for some meals and God sent me there , a thought that will bring a ironic smile of the face of the skeptic but being a Malang I experience so many things that I dont narrate hold it within the glass bottle of my soul.. in fear of breaking it ..
And she is a new face , but yes she is a beggar , a more deserving beggar than me ..
I have begged too unashamedly with the Rafaees dressed like them barefeet , the rafaees are fakirs mendicants who pierce their bodies as an act of spirituality and keep body and soul alive with what they get.
God has been very kind to me I have 3 cute intelligent smart grand daughters , they all have their unique traits , and Zaira is my youngest son Saif Shakirs daughter , she is very perceptive , the moment she hears my voice she begins smiling,she knows me and we bond, we talk in silence and she is the future of my family tree , she is a Pucca Mumbaikar , unlike Nerjis Asif Shakir and Marziya Shakir who have their maternal links with Lucknow .. their mother hails from Lucknow.
Though I must confess I spend more time with Nerjis Asif Shakir my elder son Asif Shakirs daughter , and this child like me is a born Malang , intuitive , holistic, she heals and she touches heads , she loves pulling a persons hair, she cant pull Zairas hair as Zaira is bald a thought that unnerves her gets on her goat..
However Marziya Shakir the eldest of my grand daughters is my favorite , we have traveled i…
Joseph is used to surprises but the moment Marziya Shakir 4 year old put the strap of the Canon EOS 7 D round her neck and sat on her knees to take this shot he was bemused, and Marziya needs no prompting , she was born with the camera eye , and so Marziya added Joseph Jacob erstwhile CEO of Badasaab Group brand manager to the list of the celebrities she has shot, she has shot Mr Rajesh Khanna , Mr Kishore Bajaj. whose picture is hidden from public view, she has shot Mr Yousuf Lakdawala and Master Chef Imtiyaz Qureishi..and some of the most famous Flickr photographers that have visited my house ...Dr Glenn Losack MD .. Jean Marc Gargantiel, Marc De Clercq , Kim and Viola, and many others..
She has shot the Republic Day function at St Stanislaus School Bandra this year..but all her earlier pictures were shot on Nikon D 80 but of late she has moved on , taken an upgrade she …