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As a 4 year old child Marziya did not envy the fun the kids were having ..we Shias play Holi 21 March Nowroze

Street Photography Brings You Closer To Man and God -Shot By Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old Nikon D 80

Street Photography Brings You Closer To Man and God -Shot By Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old Nikon D 80, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Blogger says that this blog has been rate-limited. Please try again later.

marziya shakir shoots holi as a moment of peace hope humanity

marziya shoots holi as a moment of peace hope humanity

today i took a back seat and let my grand daughter marziya shoot the colors of holi

Womens Day in a Whore House - Mumbai Cages

Womens Day in a Whore House - Mumbai Cages, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This red light area is also known as Falkland Road , but the local lingo we call it Peela House , nothing has changed here, as you enter this lane , there is a police beat chowky, and on either side waiting prostitutes in dinghy rooms called Cages.
The prostitutes are under a fat ugly Madam who runs the profession, and the hafta system or bribes to the officials to run this illegal trade continues.

No rehabilitation , though some NGOS help out with the children of the prostitues, yes they celebrate Womans Day here every night and every passing day.

Ramadan and the poor Muslim Woman

Ramadan and the poor Muslim Woman, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Ramadan holy month of piety
And she sits and begs
The poor beggar Muslim Woman
Carrying her pain
Within the ocean of her womanhood
Blood sweat and tears
Voluminous waters of her hijab
Besides her sits her little girl
Who will perhaps beg like her
Another hijab of pain
Yes Muslims
do not wish to be reminded
black spots on the firmament
of Islamic society
on hard rock hearts
while the Mullahs men
move from house to house
with a receipt book in hand
another Mosque
to be built at Ayodhya
another in Faizabad
Madarsas to be built in Azamgarh
Yes they beg too with Islamic fortitude
While at the corner of a Allahs Door
A Muslim Poor Woman Begs
From one Ramadan to the other Ramadan
Fasting from the day she was born
To the day she will die..
The Mujhaidas were plumb lucky
Living and breathing among prayer beads
On cyberspace
Allah ho Akbar endangered specie
The Poor Muslim Woman
A palpitating heart
a dying soul in…

International Women's Day 2011 At Garib Nagar Bandra East After The Fire

International Women's Day 2011 At Garib Nagar Bandra East After The Fire, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


International Women's Day (IWD), originally called International Working Women’s Day is marked on the 8th of March every year.[1] It is a major day of global celebration of women. In different regions the focus of the celebrations ranges from general celebration of respect, appreciation and love towards women to a celebration for women's economic, political and social achievements.

Started as a Socialist political event, the holiday blended in the culture of many countries, primarily Eastern Europe, Russia, and the former Soviet bloc. In many regions, the day lost its political flavour, and became simply an occasion for men to express their love for women in a way somewhat similar to a mixture of Mother's Day and St Valentine's Day. In other regions, however, the original political and human rights theme de…

The Day After Womans Day

The Day After Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. when the euphoria is over
political advantages taken
woman the only creature
on two legs
forgotten and forsaken
her agony for her chakra
of ill fate mistaken
Mother Theresa
is no more alive
woman's dead soul
who will awaken ?
born on the road
dies on the road
by the municipal
hearse
to be dumped
in a filthy
stinking morgue
she will be taken

I shot this in the Behrampada slums and does this little Muslim girl really know how far she is from the next Woman's Day of her life..but than as a photographer I have shot a woman's life on Womans day in the Mumbai Cages of the red light area too..Hasn't changed much though...butchered for tender meat..chopped or minced.a dark thought my soul evinced

The Pretty Hijra Celebrates International Womans Day

The Pretty Hijra Celebrates International Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. she is as
much a woman
on this auspicious day
the pretty hijra
all decked up
hopeful about her
success the role
of womanhood
she essays
fair and lovely
in every way
demure darling
of the masses
the classes
the hijra goddess
of my screenplay
androgynous
mesmerizing
pirouetting
on the soul
of humanity
everyday
her Midas touch
sensitizes
my poetry
my wordplay
khushi
happiness
personified
she portrays
angelic beauty
an exotic hybrid
on the walkway
what god could
not create with her
own hands
she sculpted
her destiny
worthy of praise
from the ashes
of her burnt out
masculinity
a pretty woman
she did raise
her beauty
the toast of
all the lovers
of aesthetic
admiration
from mumbai to uk
a delicious delight
i dare say

8 March International Womans Day Through The Eyes of Maria The Leper Lady

8 March International Womans Day Through The Eyes of Maria The Leper Lady, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. congratulations
to womanhood
celebrating
the emancipation
of their fair gender
on this auspicious day
upholding
the spirit of freedom
as they say
poets have nothing
but with words
they play digressing
as they stray
so my role model
is maria the leper lady
who sits at bandra
hill road close
to where i stay
eyes gone blind
sockets filled
with sores
stumps for hands
she begs every day
her daughter is also
a beggar by the way
but her grand children
both a girl a boy
with money
she saved
paved the way
educated
well bought up
in every way
cultured
sociable
proud of their
grand mother
a leper
heart of gold
feet made
of clay
whether
she can
see them
or feel them
is hard to say

The Hijra On Womans Day

The Hijra On Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. her pain
is greater
than
the woman
she emulates
a martyred womb
a clitoral
catastrophe
a testicuular
tragedy
on her plate
woman
incomplete
but womanly
traits coyness
sensual
desirous
androgynous
her fucked fate
even god godly
amighty
hesitated to create
so to be born
from the fucked rib
of man
the hijra had to wait
entry only
through a back gate
rectal rhapsody
melodiously mutates
gyrates a cosmic dance
of death mutilate
castrate homophobic hate
society considers them ugly
untouchable but men
love fucking hijras
on the soul of this
poem originates
mans thirst
for the forbidden fruit
of the gods
the hira in satiates

hijras celebrate
womans days
with tears
on the soul
of humanity
as the metrosexual
woman seductive ornate


dedicated to my hijra guru
laxmi narayan tripathi
as a facebook update

Happy Womans Day

Happy Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. With our chauvinistic
Pig headed masculinity
Penile headed depravity
Women we batter
Beat terrorize and slay
Than we remember
Our mother
Who gave us birth
Who went senile and gray
Than we remember the
Domestic help of a wife
Who places the dinner tray
Those nights dysfunctional we lay
No foreplay
Our parts made of asexual clay
Promiscuity pray
A will no way
Pretentiously we lay aside
a single tribute
call it fucked unhappy
Happy Woman’s Day

I shot this woman beggar at Chor Bazar …

the umbrella that had once seen better days...

i educate my grand daughter through the pictures she shoots

i educate my grand daughter through the pictures she shoots, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I let Marziya Shakir come closer to the subject, if I find the people she shoot are comfortable with her taking pictures , and because she is small they dont mind .. and so she gets natural shots of surprise on their faces as their emotional output..

Today I let Marziya Shakir shoot and did not want to spoil her rhythm and I did not want her to feel I shoot better than her by taking the same shot she was taking .. I dont tell her anything I watch her in silence I learn photography making myself 4 year old too.. so it works for her it works for me too.

street barbers bandra reclamation shot by marziya shakir 4 year old

street photography by marziya shakir 4 year old nikon d 80

street photography is nothing but filling a blank of life shot by marziya shakir 4 year old

Cover Up

Cover Up, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. if you only knew

i die million deaths

just to say i love u

from the burning
desire of my flesh
into your soul i leap

i cant get sleep
kissing every
square inch
of your divine body
i weep
trying to hold you
hug you
with my breath
allover you i sweep
a part of you
deep within
my own part i keep
i am wide awake
you are fast asleep


i want to
touch you
sweet heart
of stone
only once
only once
only once

i bleed
i seep


my poem is more than skin deep

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eyes wide open
counting sheep

Happy Homeless Woman's Day Shot By Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old

Marziya Shakir Shoots The Broken Lady And Her Broken Umbrella

The Street Photographer Gets Ready To Shoot The Umbrella Lady of Bandra Reclamation

Fucked Woman's Day and Charity

Fucked Woman's Day and Charity, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I taught Marziya charity .
She learnt photography through the blessings of Dr Glenn Losack MD her teacher and Guru..

Marziya keeps money aside for this lady , who mind you does NOT beg.. she is homless she lives under a broken umbrella but she is NOT a beggar NOT yet..

We give her money some give her food leftovers and she wont be rehabilitated .. WHY ?
Because our fucked system rehabilitates crooks who become politicians ..our fucked system does not rehabilitate whores .. because if you rehabilitate the whores than .. where will the rich go and fuck? You have to protect our women so we create Whores and on one day of the Year shed fucked tears marking it as Womans Day or Fucked Mothers Day..

Both Fucked by a Corrupt system.. and even whores are mothers to fatherless children..

And as a beggar poet or as a street photographer I have been brutally ruthlessly truthful.. I dont sell my pictures I share what…

Have You Ever Felt The Pain of a Fallen Woman On Woman,s Day

Have You Ever Felt The Pain of a Fallen Woman On Woman,s Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. She is known as the Umbrella lady of Bandra Reclamation.
I have documented her story as a set at Flickr.com.
She stays close to my house .. I have never spoken a word
to her till date .. I know her since six years ..

When the monsoons arrive she is inundated but she stays
in the same place I have never seen her standing
She bathes eats drinks at the same place.
Once she was a rich woman from affluent society than
came the fall and she has never turned back on
the pages of her life ..she is not Ekta Kapoor
She is not Vidya Balan
but she has a kahani that is a
fucked pregnant pause ..

Shaving The Indian Armpit ..Is a Fine Art Among Street Barbers

Lucky Loves Marziya But Wont Touch Her ..

Lucky Loves Me As Much as I Love Marziya .. Shot By My Grand Daughter 4 year Old

Marziya Shakir Shoots a Beggar Poet Through The Viewfinder of Her Soul

Marziya Shakir Shoots a Beggar Poet Through The Viewfinder of Her Soul

Marziya Shakir Shoots a Beggar Poet Through The Viewfinder of Her Soul

Marziya Shakir Captures Hope Through The Eyes of Color ..

Marziya Shakir Captures Hope Through The Eyes of Color .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Every year on holi day I take my grand daughter Marziya Shakir down below our house , 4 year old .. she shoots pictures while I watch her grow , she is more confident less shy and the kids love her because she shoots them as they are kids the hope future of our country.. a bright future ..

I have encouraged my grand daughter shown her the greatest lesson in street photography is humility and capturing Truth ..

And at 4 even with flaws in what she shoots she is truthful.. we dont tweak our pictures we have stopped mono chroming the soul of reality we are documentarists we are not artists .. we can live with art but not without culture.

But we are poets we shoot the poetry of lifes drama as it unfolds every moment every second we unflappably shoot it for posterity

The World of Hijras Is In my Backyard

Living As A Man Kept Him Jobless So He Became a Beggar Hijra

Living As A Man Kept Him Jobless So He Became a Beggar Hijra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I met a lot of pretty even ugly as hell kids , guys with dreams in their eyes , they had come from interiors to find jobs , they tried were used abused sodomized by a fucked system.. where the underdog is brutally demoralized , some take to petty crimes , ome become masseurs service horny old men..some who are total failures to survive become impostor hijras ..


Some are hoodwinked by smarter guys and sold of at Kamathipura hijra haven.. not everybody likes to screw women prostitutes some satisfy their lust fucking hijras , it is forbidden sex and they find it more palatable than the usual one.

The hijras in the red light area and the prostitutes are bound by a cosmic chain of guilt and betrayal so they cling to each other .. they are doomed and nothing can save them..the system supports the criminals and he cops are as horny as human, cops most of them are badly sourced , l…

The Beggar Hijras of India

The Beggar Hijras of India, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The beggar hijras wander all over Bandra begging from shop to shop, and they beg in groups or pairs , hardly ever alone , and invariably they drink at the local hooch joint not far from where she is sleeping..

Later her companion also drunk but not heavily sozzled came to fetch, I shot her too , the hijras I shoot hardly bother about my shooting them , mostly they demand money I give them without hesitation..some I flatly refuse if they get intimidating but I can handle intimidation I am not afraid of the consequences ..

I know some of the prettiest wittiest hijras but personally as a street photographer I prefer shooting these wild orchids the beggar hijras that I meet on the streets.

I dont follow hijras as a rule but they Googleplus me to their Circles of Confusion and Chaos.

The Dead Drunk Hijra

The Dead Drunk Hijra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. God knows I shoot hijras and God also knows I shoot them as I see them..so God leads me towards the undergrowth of pain , where hijras lie hidden from society.. on the fringes of despair..I meet hijras on the crossroads of life and this was one moment and I knew he was a hijra I also knew he was not alone his people would come find him take him back to his hovel..

So I waited and it did not take long his partner came to collect him but I did not wait for the entire scene to end ..

i shoot the silhouette of slithering silence

this is how they rape mother earth

In Uttar Pradesh Cycles Are Selling Like Hotcakes

The Flour Mill Grinder of Bandra Bazar

The Flour Mill Grinder of Bandra Bazar

Pandu is a Municipal Sweeper The Best In Bandra

I shoot lascivious libidinous emulating garbage porn

Marc De Clercq Taught Me To Shoot Sleeping Dogs

We Corrupted The Soul of Our Kids With The Mobile Phone ..

We Corrupted The Soul of Our Kids With The Mobile Phone .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,554 items / 1,876,372 views

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Sometimes I Borrow Marias Eyes To See Deep Down Within My Own Soul

And I Would Kill Myself Before I Shot The Lakme Fashion Week

And I Would Kill Myself Before I Shot The Lakme Fashion Week, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,556 items / 1,876,372 views

I did go to the Lakme Fashion week without my camera I am yet not ready to tarnish my soul with frivolity fastidiousness and fashion..

I will never shoot the Mumbai Marathon that promtes a fucked bank and nothing else ..

I will never shoot the Kala Ghoda Festival..

But I shoot Maria thats how I begin my day before I go to work..

She Hates The World And I Dont Blame Her

She Hates The World And I Dont Blame Her, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,561 items / 1,876,386 views

She was a Hindu, but now she is a Christian and I dont blame her Christianity is the only religion that believed through Christ in healing accepting faults as virtues faults of mind body and soul and dont blame North East India for becoming Christian ..

I hate conversions but I dont hold it as a sin I respect the womb that gave me the religion I belong fuck who cares whether as a Shia you call me a Kafir heretic or Kufr...I am happy that what you call heresy gave me the full overblown meaning of humanity and humility.

Both Christianity and modern Islam as promoted by the Wahabbis preempts evangelizing , based on a single premise their religion is supreme rest is full of shit..

I have distanced myself from all and every religion where God is made into a entity that is racist a bigot and human hating.. ..so if you consider my poetry of life a sham so be it it is m…

Dear Akhilesh Get Rid Of The Elephants They Are An Insult To Those Who Voted You To Power - The Needy The Poor The Marginalized

Dear Akhilesh Get Rid Of The Elephants They Are An Insult To Those Who Voted You To Power - The Needy The Poor The Marginalized, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,565 items / 1,876,414 views

for 5 years
ravenously
they ate
the harvest
the fodder
of the poor
eating
shitting
on the hopes
of the people
lying in
the sewer
made out of
stone and brass
ostentatious
reminder of a
megalomaniac leader
fate out to chew her
instead of building
hospitals schools
even that during her
rule became fewer

The National Symbol of Uttar Pradesh Was Elephant Now It Is The Common Mans Cycle