I dont post pictures on Google+..I Pimp Flickr ..

I dont post pictures on Google+..I Pimp Flickr .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Jimi of Jimmis Kitchen Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Years old

Jimi of Jimmis Kitchen Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Years old, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Beggar Poets Fly On Wings of Angels Too

Beggar Poets Fly On Wings of Angels Too, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

I Shoot Cosmic Pain In Flight .. of Broken Winged Birds of Destiny

I Shoot Cosmic Pain In Flight .. of Broken Winged Birds of Destiny, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

I Only Shoot What I Was Destined To Shoot .. And What You Were Destined To See Through My Camera Eye

I Only Shoot What I Was Destined To Shoot .. And What You Were Destined To See Through My Camera Eye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Love Means Never Having To Say Sorry When You Bleed

Love Means Never Having To Say Sorry When You Bleed, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Sacrifice the Story of Islam.. Began With Abraham Ended With Hussain

Sacrifice the Story of Islam.. Began With Abraham Ended With Hussain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

I shoot so much of blood during Bakra Eid that it overflows from my being during Ashura and Chehlum

I shoot so much of blood during Bakra Eid that it overflows from my being during Ashura and Chehlum, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

The Two Main Chapters of Islam Written in Blood Bakra Eid and Moharam

The Two Main Chapters of Islam Written in Blood Bakra Eid and Moharam, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end

Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

I was skinned hung dry slaughtered because I dared to love her with all her flaws

I was skinned hung dry slaughtered because I dared to love her with all her flaws, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Dead Poets are sacrificial lambs on the soul of poetry ..wordlessly bound to silence

Dead Poets are sacrificial lambs on the soul of poetry ..wordlessly bound to silence, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.