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Lord Ganesha Decorated By Mrs Kiran Kumar

Mr Kiran Kumar

Mr Kiran Kumar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. One of the most humble kind courteous human being , a great versatile actor ..I have known Bhaiji as he is fondly called since 1975 .. and he has always supported me and we share a great rapport..

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Kiran Kumar (Kashmiri: किरण कुमार (Devanagari), کرن کمار (Nastaleeq)) is a Mumbai-based Kashmiri Indian actor. He has worked in many Hindi and Gujarati films. He has been the hero in most of the Gujarati movies.[citation needed] He is the son of veteran character actor Jeevan.

Kiran Dhar (stage name- Kiran Kumar) is a descendant of a Kashmir royal family.He is the son of legendary character actor Jeevan. He is married to a Gujarati actress Sushma Verma.[citation needed] They have two children: Vikas Kumar who was working with David Dhawan as an Assistant Director and Srishti, who is a Mass Media graduate and runs a jewellery and clothing label with her mother called "Sush & Shish&q…

I Knew I Would Have Grand Children Some Day But I Never Knew I Would Be So Happy Now That They Are Here

Marziya Polishing My Shoes Before I Go To Work

Marziya Polishing My Shoes Before I Go To Work, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I hate shoes they are a blasphemy to my barefeet , I hate corporate clothes as they suffocate my soul, but than I am a high end fashion whore , I have become a part of a rat race to give my family some good things in life..

Once a few months back I was self employed , but though free I was unhappy mounting debts and suicidal thoughts forced me to take another option I work for another man.. I shut my shop in November and I am a salaried asshole on the face of my destiny..

I am gradually slowly paying of people , others who helped me from being buried under a mound , I am surfacing and getting back my lost hopes self esteem self respect..

I am becoming better if I can say so, and I wear shoes the beggar poet online ..Marziya loves polishing them , almost an allegory for giving my fate a new shine..

And this could be a textless post a mere picture but I stamped the signature of my angst to m…

The Irani Heritage of a Irani Hotel Pahelvi

It Came It Went Without a Whisper

The Man Who Was Responsible For Her Baby Makes Her Beg Too..And Society Watches Turns a Blind Eye

The Man Who Was Responsible For Her Baby Makes Her Beg Too..And Society Watches Turns a Blind Eye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
my pictures
are pages
of life
earmarked
tattered torn
my pictures
dont lie
my pictures
are my pain
i shot as poetry
i did try to
show the
fate of
the muslim beggar
as it passes me by
kind courtesy
beggar fucked
poet of mumbai

Motherhood Begs ..Baby Has Yet To Walk on Her Legs

Dam Madar Malang of Mumbai

Dam Madar Malang of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. shot by dr glenn losack md 2008

broken wings
through my blogs
from one world
to another world
i fly my bleeding
barefeet
sullenly try
to touch
cripplingly
the lord
of the flies
72 nubile
virgins
broken hymens
not for me
fucked free
by veiled
cowards
in paradise
long beards
stunted dwarfed
terrorists
in disguise
down below
an empty bowl
the poor muslim
beggar cries
eunuch silence
all around
as muslims
kill muslims
as bombs
stray bullets
go flying by
oops fuck
taqqaiya
a thought
i wont deny
a million curses
on the killers
of humanity
from a jehad
of destruction
no reprise
caught stealthily
in a deathly vice
a mother
her unborn
dead child
tears as they dry
why
why
why
cyclops
like catharsis
an eye for an eye