sitting at the corner of bandra bazar road the muslim beggar boy devoid of corrupting human sights nothing new to annoy nothing old to deploy just unending road miles and miles of darkness in the life of a muslim beggar boy no cricket no football no watcing telivision of the visionless muslim beggar boy a few coins for his family the hope now turned to joy no, god has been extremely kind there is nothing else to destroy perhaps he dreams the world is a school room eyeless education the school bag the books the uniform growing up as a school boy than he lets drop a tear no he is only a muslim beggar boy bandra bazar road his school bench his kismet just a decoy child labor blind apathy in the life of a muslim beggar boy
This boy has a calm ,absolutely serene face , no grouse, no anger, no remorse , no complain.. I am ashamed even to drop a few coins or touch his palms by mistake …
the dam madar malangs of ajmer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. at char yaar a noble pair the purebred malangs of ajmer their dread locks they wont bare if opened the entire length with attar has to be rubbed on the entire hair beware so look at the huge bundles they carry on their heads as spares no wear and tear living frugally .. slaves of the Khwajah they declare sitting on a fiefdom of the dead coversing with them obliquely dialogues and prayers assymetrical spiritual warfare the bluntness .. hard headedness uniqueness of the malangs of ajmer through this poem with you I share
The Love Sick Lama Of Love Lane, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The Love Sick Lama Of Love Lane who gets fucked for what he writes by a more fucked writer Foster Blaine photography unlearn untrain critics a piece of a ice cube in the rectum and the pain undiapered clotted bloodstain a pain that wont wane come cloudbursts or unprecedented rain this teeth chattering hands shivering pain bloodletting just wont drain adam and eve a spooky satanic serpent as god parent to abel and cain words tyrannizing and terrorizing to get out of the gitmos of my brain..
a unscrewable cock giving a blow job tongue stuck in the mouth of a lip glossed bottle of a french champagne..
this was written in response to a racist american poet who was hell bent on taking my multi colred attitudinal indian ass
What more do you want to know about Marziya Shakirs skill with the camera ,her calm composure while the footballer is approaching her..she did not move away but he paid respect to her and moved out of her way after she had taken the shot unlike our so called hot shot photojournalists Marziya Shakir shoots single frames no Khat Khat .. no Phat Phat..
This morning I took Marziya Shakir my 4 year old grand daughter, street photographer to Carter Road and the Football Marathon 2012 was being held there that she shot, she shot most of the pictures.. she also shot the poor kids being tutored by other kids and this was one morning that Marziya Shakir was rewarded for the organizers gave her a Football Marathon Tshirt and a young lady gave her a cute umbrella as a gift for shooting Mumbai street life.
But mind you what bothered Marziya Shakir more was I had not taken her to Lilavati Hospital when Mr Akshay Kumar Rowdy Rathore had invited me to meet Mr Rajesh Khanna ..our mentor patron and guiding spirit.
So Marziya shot Ashirwad too she had not forgotten the Uncle Rajesh Khanna who gave her sweets on her visits to him in the recent past.
adding to his misery his cosmic chaos used toilet roll a tumescent tragedy of his totem pole his fucked woman his best friend stole the flesh was willing in hell burns his soul a flaccid fate fucked on the hole waking on fire on embers of coal
first they killed ali in a mosque his message they misunderstood main ilm ka shaer hoon ali ilm ka darwaza hai a thought of the holy one far too good than they killed his favorite grandson at karbala the eunuchs of yazid stood their like wood today history repeats itself muslims love killing muslims plunder destroy peace and brotherhood the missing healing touch as the poor muslim begs misplaced martyrdom misplaced jehad does no good
kis sher ki aamad hai ke ran kaamp raha hai ran ek taraf charkhe kohan kaamp raha hai rustum ka badan zere kafan kaamp raha hai har qasre salateene zaman kaamp raha hai shamsheer bakaf dekh ke haider ke pisar ko jibreel larazte hai samete hue par ko abbase alamdaar abbase alamdar
is shaan se islam ke parcham ko uthaya sar dediya aur deene mohammad ko bachaya kya maqsade shabbir ye tune hai bataya ay sheh ke wafadar ay abbase alamdaar abbase...........
hai sab se juda teri wafaon ka kharina pani na piya tune taraayi ko to cheena aankhon se juda kaise ho tasveere sakina usse hai tujhko pyar ay abbase alamdaar abbase...........
hai ashq fishaan aaj bhi ghan may tere pani ye mashq sakina ki alam teri nishani rota hai jahan sunke tere gham ki kahani ay fauj ke sardaar ay abbase alamdaar abbase...........
haider ki duwaon ka sila hai mere abbas zahra ne tujhe beta kaha hai mere abaas har daur may har d…