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. 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. 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…
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…
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