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Mr Prem Chopra Bollywoods Best Dressed Man

Welcome To Bandra My God Lives Here With Me

The Football Marathon Girls From Bandra

even death waits for a woman to cross the road

why did the beggar woman cross the road .. to meet god on the other side

the camera destroyed the soul of my poetry

as a street photographer i blame my camera for what i shoot

by sheer accident god created her as a four legged animal..

i always get conned in a camera shop

the street cobbler made his leaders monstrously rich by his vote

we indians are strongest in the world .. we carry other peoples load besides our own

raindrops keep falling on my bed

i hate the chip chip but i love the rains

I Hate This World.. I Seek Escape ..From My Ancestry of Apes

Getting Your Ears Cleaned in the Rains Refreshes Your Cosmic Brain

God Made Women To Hasten The Fall Of Man

Droplets of Pain As They Bleed Down My Brain

Very Soon I Will Fly Away From This Prison Cell

Very Soon I Will Fly Away From This Prison Cell, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

totally
sick tired
demoralized
pretending
to be in
purgatory
but my soul
burning
in a virtual hell
my pain within
me eating away
my entrails
who the fuck
do i tell
impending
death of a
salesman
my poetic
death knell
a cause
celeb re
a fucked rebel
with my work
ennui
ethos
enslavement
i do not gel
from the frying pan
into this hellfire
i fell
doomed
deleted
a pain putrid
festers
swells
caught
between
a band gala
a notch lapel
a blogger who
hates power point
excel goodbye boss
i bid you farewell
your buildings
tower of babel
your dimsum
your hotels
the echoeless
silence on
the beach
hidden
in the soul
of a seashell
no more
tonal
turpitude
shallow
silhouette
pathos
pastels
slithering
silence as
it screams
it yells

The Bandra Worli Sea Link in the Rains

The Bandra Worli Sea Link in the Rains

There Was A Fat Foul Stinking Hijra Whore From Peshawar

There Was A Fat Foul Stinking Hijra Whore From Peshawar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 237,220 items / 1,988,955 views

she had been
gangraped
by the pathans
before and after
for stealing
wallets
on the spur
fucked
by all
non state
actors
but she was
so evil
devious
she would
not change
her colors
she was
flogged
she was
whipped
by all elders
few seniors
but a thief she
was what
they lost could
not recover
the horny
hijra whore
from peshawar
a randi of the
first order
giving free blow jobs
across the border
her ass fucked
so badly they
had to solder
her burning
sphincter
as is smolders
to come to peela house
to sell her burnt wares
she seeks a new sponsor

Having and camera makes you no more a photographer than having a hammer and some nails makes you a carpenter. - Claude Adams

Death is Better Than Slavery

Firoze Shakir Access Allowed

Firoze Shakir Access Allowed, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 237,207 items / 1,988,865 views


reclusive remorse
considered
untrustworthy
alone in a crowd
sartorial soloilquy
wrapped in a shroud
racially profiled
a criminal no doubt
the system sucks
dogs beggar poets
in gods temple
not allowed
once at 10 am
than at 8 pm
finger printed
ruptured cloud
death is better
than slavery
his silhouette
avowed
not at all proud
a human plough

God Is Color Blind ... To The Pain of Mankind

The Cosmic Cycle of Pain and More Pain..Dead Sould Dead Brain

My Pictures Are Poems Born On The Street ...Man And Defeat

Muslim Beggars Eagerly Wait For Ramzan As It Rains

I Shoot Muslim Beggars ..Building Hope Is Better Than Building a New Mosque

Because They Wear Hijab..Muslim Beggars Are Saved The Ignominy of their Fate

The Muslim Beggars ..Even God Has Turned his Back On Them

The Muslim Beggar Lady Opposite The Aghakhani Jamatkhana Bandra Bazar

As Indians We Love Filth Of All Kinds ..

My Address Reads Next to the Bandra Bazar Garbage Dump

The Turkeys of Mumbai Makes Others Cross The Road

The Horny Turkey Of Bandra

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

the bhaiyya machiwala ...is hopeful about going back to his gaon

"I feed you." Because the good news to a hungry person is bread.” Jesus

“The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread. Mother Teresa

"I like reality. It tastes like bread." --Jean Anouilh

"There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread." --Mahatma Gandhi

"Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread." --Pablo Neruda

for a piece of bread .. we enslave our soul to the devil too

I Begin My Day Paying Tribute To Her Before I Go To Work

I Begin My Day Paying Tribute To Her Before I Go To Work, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 237,197 items / 1,988,813 views

she is
a womanly
temple
a battered
shattered
shrine
her pain
her doomed
destiny
i poetically
post online
bombed out
cavernous
sockets as
eyes her
impared
vision
define
to see what
you see
does she pine
maria the leper
lady of boran road
with the soul
within my camera
entwined
lead kindly
light darkness
no shine
on her blindness
a dark outline

Maria The Leper Lady Will Soon Be Begging In The Rains

Maria The Leper Lady Will Soon Be Begging In The Rains, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 237,197 items / 1,988,813 views

as the flowing
waters drenching
her putrid flesh
add to her pain
her soul leprous
like her body
monsoonal rain
her beggar bowl
to her leg
with a rope
enchained
or the drug
addicts
will rob her
again and again
socketless eyes
nothing to regain
god gave her
a bad bargain
where she sits
lifeless hopeless
she will remain