I Am What I Am, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. i got an antidote i am friendly with the crocodiles beneath the moat even more safer than the man who pilots the boat i am the Life the Resurrection on my heart he wrote i am the child of the wind a sad musical note i make love to the butchers blade i am what i am a sacrificial goat an incomplete poem hidden in the pockets of my tattered coat
Sometimes When I See The Opulence Of Gods House I Feel Sorry For The Homeless on the Streets, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. wretched hungry sick under nourished waiting for the real jesus and not the priest to get them back on their feet the dirt the grime the filth the stench fetid surroundings humidity and heat come monsoon heavy showers drenched to the bone in utter defeat a plastic covering for their emaciated bodies serves as winding sheet the cubans will finally celebrate good Friday a christan thought a papal legacy complete while the priest sits with his bowl of porridge in the sacristy the beggar has nothing to eat no mother Theresa no living saint .. a poem on stilts barefeet .. truth bitter and sweet fucked fate the beggar could avoid but never cheat
The Cathedral Where God Lives As a Human Among Humanbeings, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I have always been fascinated by the church as a child , a dreamer I saw dreams , wordless as I sat in the Cathedral of Holy Name Wodehouse Road , my recess time my lunch break bought me here ,perhaps this was the earliest grounding inspiration of my becoming a photographer a poet and a photo blogger ...much late in life as the major part of my lifes journey was consumed by chronic alcoholism
And I came and sat here since 1963 .. being a Shia Muslim did not deter me , I had taken up Catechism instead of Moral Science because my parents had faith in me and trusted their decisions , I was a Muslim but got the highest marks in Catechism and than as I came to higher class I reverted to Moral Science and luckily those days I would sit talk on religion with Fr Leslie Ratus Fr Stephen Narzareth both deceased .. and in all these years neither did the priests or the school ever try…
Good Friday, called Feria VI in Parasceve in the Roman Missal, he hagia kai megale paraskeue (the Holy and Great Friday) in the Greek Liturgy, Holy Friday in Romance Languages, Charfreitag (Sorrowful Friday) in German, is the English designation of Friday in Holy Week — that is, the Friday on which the Church keeps the anniversary of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
Parasceve, the Latin equivalent of paraskeue, preparation (i.e. the preparation that was made on the sixth day for the Sabbath; see Mark 15:42), came by metonymy to signify the day on which the preparation was made; but while the Greeks retained this use of the word as applied to every Friday, the Latins confined its application to one Friday. Irenaeus and Tertullian speak of Good Friday as the day of the Pasch; but later writers distinguish between the Pascha staurosimon (the passage to death), and the Pascha anastasimon (the passage …
He was waiting in the school quadrangle I had come for some work at Taj Wellington Mews Residency Apartments , and on completing of the same I walked to Holy Name Cathedral with the intention of shooting it , I took due permission from Fr Ceasar Parish Priest , he told me to wait for the evening Mass to get over so I came to my Alma Mater Holy Name High School still reverberating with Koli music and memories of first Lady Michelle Obama dance and President Obama dancing to her tune with both his left legs.
Ambrose told me had passed out from our school in 1963 I joined here in the same year when Bozo was the Principal..Ambrose was waiting to attend the Narcotics Anonymous meeting he gave me a booklet too..I gave him Rs 100 as my tribute to his love for life .
I called my friend Anil Shejale webmaster of my school, to give me company as I shot …
An honor killing or honour killing (also called a customary killing) is the killing of a member of a family or social group by other members, due to the belief of the perpetrators (and potentially the wider community) that the victim has brought dishonour upon the family or community. Honour killings are directed mostly against women and girls.
The perceived dishonor is normally the result of one of the following behaviors, or the suspicion of such behaviors: (a) dressing in a manner unacceptable to the family or community, (b) wanting to terminate or prevent an arranged marriage or desiring to marry by own choice, (c) engaging in heterosexual sexual acts outside marriage, or even due to a non-sexual relationship perceived as inappropriate, and (d) engaging in homosexual acts. Women and girls are killed at a much higher rate than men.
Sri-Ramnavami is dedicated to the memory of Lord Rama. It occurs on the ninth day (navami) in month of Chiatra. The festival commemorates the birth of Ramawho is remembered for his preperous and righteous reign. Ramrajya (the reign of Rama) has become synonymous with a period of peace and prosperity. Mahatma Gandhi also used this term to describe how, according to him, India should be after independence.
Ramnavami occurs in the month of March or April. This year it is falling on Sun. 1st Apr.’12. Celebrations begin with a prayer to the Sun early in the morning. At midday, when Lord Rama is supposed to have been born, a special prayer is performed. In northern India especially, an event that draws popular participation is the Ramnavami procession. The main attraction in this procession is a gaily decorated chariot in which four persons are dressed up as Rama, his brotherLaxman, his queen Sita …
The Truth Behind The Garib Nagar Fire Will Never Be Known, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. simply because mans life inflammable is fire prone what belongs to him is not his own everything burnt out as the poor families homeless moan and groan god has forsaken them the government has forsaken them hopeless in desolation despair all alone politicians who degrade their humanity call them outsiders hearts of stone Indian they are flesh blood and bone miserable in muted tone will you burn your own house a thought one cannot condone even god is a terrorist their fate all blown what they reap is not what they had sown
lamba ucha gol matol hamare mazloom imam ka hatyara zalim buzdil atish parast nakara yatim lawaris bechara kazmain ki galiyon main phirta hai awara usko angaron main jalaya sara sara imam hussain ke katilon par beshumar lanat shia lagate hain nara navi ka din ham sab ko hai pyara hussain hamari ankhon ka tara eid e zehara mubarak ho ap sab se hamashe rahe bhaicahara hussainiyat zindabad yazidiyat murdabad ek dukhiya ma ne hame savara jisko chot lage in jumlon se yahi hai hamara ishara hussain jeete gandu yazid hara
Being White Is A Bigger Curse Sometimes, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. on the soul of the human body a genetic crime whiter than white darker than grime living in the gutters living in slime begging for a dime on the soul of my poetry a white bleeding rhyme lost illusions lost in the prime sometimes fair and lovely is not so sublime a karmic chaos as the suns rays hit the eyes each time carrying a cross for a lifetime dreamless peace at night time
I began writing poems very recently and have no formal training ..words came spouting my angst through the street pictures I shot ..I wrote poems on Racism under the name of Love Poetry Hate Racism..and as Hubcab Shithead dedicated to an Australian racist shithead who was bent on taking my muti color ass at a white poetry site..where entry to dogs and Indians was reserved and restricted ..
I also wrote Bush poetry as my salutations to Bushism..a bird in the hand is better than a Bush in the White House....
I also wrote a genre called Hijra poetry .. that includes pictures of the eunuchs of India my Guru is Laxmi Narayan Tripathi.. hijra goddess and icon..
I wrote Shia poetry breing a Shia myself and Jesus poetry a tribute to my upbringing in a Baptist school and later a Roman Catholic school Holy Name High School Convent Street
The Myriad Moods of A Hijra Goddess
i shot blindfolded with my cyclopean camera eye a thought she may deny raw beau…