Sunday, July 8, 2012
the common man of india .. lost his dreams used as a ball by both the teams
the common man of india .. lost his dreams used as a ball by both the teams, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
one side
the government
in power
the other side
the opposition
use him as football
as he silently screams
fucked forever
his life his dreams
a nightmare is what
it seems blood
sweat tears
from the money
lender
his children
may or may not
redeem
We Are No1
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we shoot
the streets
with our
cosmic
camera eye
a grand father
with the
daughter
of his elder son
marziya shakir
no1
in her blood
a stream of images
flow and churn
dodge and burn
as poems
they return
now 4 year
old clouds
as reflectors
main light
the sun
Nerjis Asif Shakir First Birthday 15 Shaban.
As per the Muslim calendar Nerjis Asif Shakir celebrates her first birthday with her family , she missed her aunt Samiya and Uncle AD.
Nerjis Asif Shakir was born on the same day as her father .. so a joint celebration is due on 17 July..as per the English calendar.
Her mother wanted to dress her up as an Angel..
So Marziya Shakir her sister too wore the angel wings as well as Zaira Saif Shakir who chose the color red.
For the Misdeeds of a Few Muslims Why Is the Entire Community Singled Out By Racists and Bigots
For the Misdeeds of a Few Muslims Why Is the Entire Community Singled Out By Racists and Bigots, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
who
sitting
on their
computers
having
nothing
constructive
to do
shoot emails
of hate
against
the muslim
society
hurl abuses
take potshots
even secular
minded soul
becomes
party to
their hate
a universal
conspiracy
or is it a
Jewish plot
i condemn
being
the target
of their evil
messages
may their
evil souls rot
dividing
the soul
of mother india
a freedom struggle
our forefathers
not as hindus
muslims but as
indians fought
a lesson
of living
together
that the new
nation
its corrupt
leaders
soon forgot
divide
rule
segregate
the flesh
was bleeding
the cosmic
soul
says
so what
man has
lost his
humanity
insensitive
ruthless
robot
dedicated to my photo guru...
Idd Mubarak from a Blind Boy
Being blind
A Muslim boy
On Idd
A blessing in disguise
No sectarian hate
To blind the eyes
No need to be recruited as a Jehadi
Misguided Paradise
No half truths no full lies
No Shia Sunni Kaaffir to despise
No bidding of Allah
For a price
Forbidden fruits
Sectarian strife
Very few that realize
Much before you are born
Dreams that die
Acid Rain from the skies
Voiceless tears
Screamless cries
The Mullah on a Mound of Fatwas
No surprise
Spiritualty just a devise
With his power he defies
He too begs for a bigger Madrasa
A bigger Mosque
Political criminalization
sequestered scorched soul
parched and dries
Mortal demands
Of death and destruction
Human bodies suicide bombs
As supplies
Our World of Peace and Brotherhood
Slow demise
A New Hope
A New Testament
Of Harmonious living
We have to revise
Nobody Shoots Hijras Like I Do Those Who Steal My Hijra Pictures FuckYou
there was a hijra
whore from peshawar
her manly body
hirsute covered
in animal fur
the talibans
the rabid dogs
on two legs
just loved
to fuck her
her feline purr
as they
rubbed
their monstrous
cocks
all over her
the hijra picture
stealer from
peshawar
their fucked
libido ancestral
lust she would stir
her splotchy ass
rented per hour
sweet and sour
those ugly
bearded bastards
who never shower
tall as london tower
her rectal rectitude
solemnly soulfully
deflowered
by mercenaries too
petro powered
From Peshawar a Hijra Picture Stealing Whore
fucked by
the talibans
at a music store
as one after another
they fucked her
on the sweaty floor
she kept begging
pleading
asking for some
more after all
a whore the other
side of a fucked
border is a whore
is a whore is a whore
fat fetid eye sore
now she eyes
our shores
robbing stealing
pillaging
in the blood
of this peshawari whore
her fucked essence her core
even a drilling machine
wont access through
her fucked back door
madarchod randi aur chor
my poetic tribute
to a whore
to a whore
to a whore
He is a Naga Sadhu and I Am a Dam Madar Malang
we both are
healers
in time
cosmic space
we are two
individuals
our spirit
embedded
as a single race
from the source
of the ganges
the peaks
of nanga parbat
our ancestry trace
he is a hindu
i am a muslim
it is humanity
we embrace
politicians
try to divide us
but from the soul
of india
two indians
you simply
cannot
erase
we are one
beneath
the surface
dam madar beda par
bam ban bholenath
har har mahadev
The Common Man In India Goes To Work To Dig His Own Grave
The Common Man In India Goes To Work To Dig His Own Grave, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
destroyed
by a corrupt
political system
that makes
rich netas
richer
a crooks
conclave
the result
of hard fought
freedom
the mahatma
gave
our nation
even god
cant save
doomed
depraved
we kicked
out the
British vampire
but to a worst
breed of tyrants
we are now
enslaved
for a better
new world
the unborn
child
craves
but his
premature
death
on the
soul of
humanity
engraved
a new dawn
a new hope
begins
with a new
shockwave
Without My Mother I Would Have Not Been Alive..
Without My Mother I Would Have Not Been Alive.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
My Sister Me and Mom
A Blogger Begging In The Rains
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shooting
humanity
reliving
pathos
poetry
perennial
pain as
it rains
percolates
a cosmic brain
live like ali
die like Hussein
born in captivity
symbolically
bound breathlessly
in molten chains
long live football
long live spain
victoriously
overshining
again and again
thoughts
speeding
down
a tunnel
of memories
a burning train
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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