Showing posts from July 31, 2012

The Mumbai Chawls

The Mumbai Chawls, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

will be torn open
uprooted ripped
apart goodbye
kind neighbors
time to depart
politician builder
nexus new
project start
state of art
lower parel
goodbye dadar
goodbye lalbagh
goodbye girgaum
in your place
a new map chart
malls wall mart
breaks this
poor mans heart
jai maharashtra
goodbye pushpa
arre i hate tears
my school sweet heart
new age big bucks
rising realty prices
have uspset
the common man
dahi handi
ala re ala
govinda ala
bhaskar dada chye
pore smart
all gone
tears on the
soul of
amchi mumbai
nothing but
to impart

Cradle of Ali Asghar Amin Imambada Mumbai


"Allah Humma Laan Qatalatal Husain"

"Allah Humma Laan Qatalatal Husain", a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

“When nobody except a group of three members of his family was left with al-Husayn, he moved against the people (the soldiers), while the three (moved with) him until (all) three were killed. Al-Husayn was left alone. Despite being weighed down by wounds in his head and body, he began to strike against them with his sword and they scattered, to right and left, away from him.

Humayd b. Muslim said: “By God, I have never seen such persistence. His sons have been killed, and the members of his household and his followers, yet he is still as brave as ever and he has not allowed his spirit to leave him….”

When Shamir b. Dhi al-Jawshan realised (the position), he called for the cavalry and they came up at the rear of the foot-soldiers. He ordered the archers to shoot at (al-Husayn) and they showered him with arrows until his (armour) bec…

Shimr Bar Lanat


Moharam in Mumbai 2003


Ashura at Amin Imambada Mumbai 2003

Ashura at Amin Imambada Mumbai 2003, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Ashura in Mumbai is a very sad moment for the Shia community..its the 10 day of the Martyrdom of Hazrat Imam Hussain the beloved grandson of the Holy Prophet.

In Mumbai the Irani Shias stage a passion play at Amin Imambada, a traditional fare that depicts good against the evil of Yazidiyat.
The entire area is totally packed, on one end are the quintessential braveheart Shia women who watch the events from the rooms in the Imambada, and on the edge within the courtyard, and from the parapet above the ground.

The women have been coming here since they were little kids, now older they are still a force to reckon with, always squabbling , fighting amongst themselves to get a strategic place to view the dont mess with them ever..God save you..

There is in the center of the courtyard a fountain that has a platform from where the damam beaters add the cacophony to the entire Ashura proceedings..

Durga Workshops Bandra


Durga Workshops Bandra


Kali Mata

Kali Mata, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

72 Taboots at Mehmoodabad


Dam Madar Malang Hoon Main

Dam Madar Malang Hoon Main, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

mujhe nahi kisi se bhae
ali haq ali ali haq
the path the way

"Man kunto maula, fa Ali-un Maula" -
meaning 'Whoever
accepts me as master
, Ali is his master too
he did say

Shah-E-Mardaan, Shair-E-Yazdaan,
La Fata illa Ali,
La Saif illa Zulfiqaar

King of the brave, the Lion of God
The Strength for The Lord,
There is none like Ali,
There is no sword like Zulfiqaar
many a evil heads he did slay

ya ali maulah
ya ali maulah
a chant and a prayer
heard every where
hyder hyder hyder
my soul i bare
fear fears me
i dare
of ali
as a
dam madar
i share

Old Lucknow

Old Lucknow, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This was shot at Nakhas close to the main road,a little before this is the house where my in laws the Qazilbash live..Lucknow has its importance in my life it is the city of my biirth, I was born in my matrnal grand father Daroga Nabbans house at Imliwali Gully Pata Nala..10 Dec 1953..But I have been living in Mumbai since the age of one.. so I am more of a Mumbaikar than anything else.

About Lucknow

Lucknow (pronounced /ˈlʌknaʊ/; Hindi: लखनऊ, Urdu: لکھنؤ, Lakhnaū, IPA: [ˈləkʰna.uː] ( listen)) is the capital city of Uttar Pradesh, the most populous state of India.[8] Lucknow is the administrative headquarters of Lucknow District and Lucknow Division. According to Government of India, the Lucknow district is one of the ninety Minority Concentrated Districts in India, shown by 2001 census data on population, socio-economic indicators and basic amenities indicators.[9].

Located in what was histori…

Corridor of a Woman's Pain


Daroga Nabban Saab Pata Nala

Daroga Nabban Saab Pata Nala, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. A little ahead of these ruins was Imli wali Gully the house of my maternal grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab descendant of poet Mir Anis.. now nothing remains all sold out by vested interests.



Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioon..Farewell Mehdi Bhai Lucky Hotel Bandra


Hindu Aur Muslim Bhi Idd Manate Hain

Hindu Aur Muslim Bhi Idd Manate Hain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 143,394 items / 1,107,468 views

The Media photographer Pratik Koli and a barefeet blogger of Mumbai Firoze Shakir wishing Idd Mubarak and Ganpati Bappa Morya..

This message is part of my thread Hope and Hindutva a Message of Peace ..on Flickr.

Living in peace as human beings is more important than making an issue of an individuals choice of faith or religiosity.

Pratiks being Hindu or me being a Muslim does not dent the spirit of our Indianness .. which is what matters at the end of the day.

jahan khuda hai
wahan bhagwan hai
kan kan main basa
wa insan hai
mahzab nahi sikata
lena kisi ki jan hai
lekin han hamare
bhitar bhi shaitan hai
sab bharatwasi
bhala koie hindu
ya sirf
musalman hai
hamara desh
se ranga hua
aman ka elan hai
ek dil
main sab ki jan hai

bharat desh mahan hai

Shaving the Indian Armpit

Shaving the Indian Armpit, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 97,041 items / 590,527 views

satirizing the soul
of the quintessential
Indian man
a community close knit
on cyberspace a great hit
god gave him a clean chit
endowed him with brains
so others he could outwit
crafty as a fox
ferocious as a bandit
in the craziest outfit
speaks hinglish and sanskrit
so many qualities
you cannot omit
he has a few flaws
digging his nose
searching for gold
with determination and grit
scratching his family jewels
this kinky comic culprit
gets divine pleasure
in shaving his armpit
peeing against
the forbidden wall
if time will permit
shitting on the seaside
at juhu chowpatty
a moment
beautifully sky lit
on pristine white walls
he loves to spit
habits die hard
he will never quit
plays cricket
like an English man
but his soul
could not be colonized
by the Brit

For The Muslim Beggar Ramzan 2009 2010 2011 2012 Is All The Same

For The Muslim Beggar Ramzan 2009 2010 2011 2012 Is All The Same, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 195,564 items / 1,596,518 views

She is a blind beggar married to a blind man and they have two children, they sit close to the Nawab Masjid at Pydhonie.. this was short two years back and if I go and shoot her today , the picture will look identical such is the Muslim beggars life nothing changes in their life..

The day Ramzan ends and Muslims celebrate Eid her Eid does not exist it is a normal day, though workwise slightly more profitable than the normal day.

And I shoot all this and document the pain of the poor Muslim , his shackles bound him forever to his or her enslavement to Mankind.

Earlier people though I shoot beggars to make money but than I dont sell my pictures , and than there were others who found me guilty of showing India in a bad light this hit me hard and I screamed to the God of Scams Raja and other evil Saints of Corruption.. they were in jail but alw…

On The Death Of This Photographer

On The Death Of This Photographer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. on the death of this photographer
don't grieve
when his time comes to leave
memories as images left behind
a magic he tried to weave
adding to the flesh of a memory
a new hope to perceive
bound to blood
his spiritual belief
doomed that
on the emulsion of his soul
love he could not conceive
a touch he did receive
it was her fine way to achieve
an imagery in a spiders net
tremulously to deceive

Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall


The King of Kings Lal Bagh Chya Raja

The King of Kings Lal Bagh Chya Raja, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Mumbai has several Gods Godesses dieties in the Hindu pantheon..but Lord Ganesha of Lal Bagh is the Ultimate.He holds sway over human hearts.
All roads during the Ganesh Feast lead to his pandal , people all walks of life come to touch him and be touched.
For me a Muslim , my tryst with Lal Bagh Chya Raja goes many years back, I had just begun dabbling in photography , I shot with the students of Girish Mistrys Shari Academy , most daring photographers , I must say they taught me a lot, I saw how they would try to shoot Ganesha in different ways..
I had finished my shoot and was going back to Bandra, when these young photographers held me back and said wont you shoot Lal Bagh Chya Raja he comes on the beach at 4 am.I am a diabetic, I walk barefeet , I was tired and I decided to sleep at my parents house at Colaba and came back to shoot Lal Bagh Chya Raja.. I shot the Arti.. on negs, but more than …

Daroga Nabban Saabs House Pata Nala

Daroga Nabban Saabs House Pata Nala, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Now even this Imambada has gone as the house was recently sold, by my uncle, this was where Daroga Nabban Saab my maternal grand father( descendant of Mir Anis } poet who wrote under the name of Furkat stayed..he had two wives one family branched out to Pakistan .
The other stayed back in India..Lucknow Mumbai and Ashraf Abidi Urdu scholar poet stays in Delhi father of Adnan Abidi Reuters..we are blood relations so to speak.

Another relative Fakir Bhai eminent scholar poet writer is settled in UK..

Picture of the ancestral house Imambada ..

to the queen of pain

to the queen of pain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. you are far too negative
life means unliving
forget and forgive
before you die
you must relive
dont just take
learn also to give

to the queen of pain
bood that trickles from the brain
when i slash my forehead
for hussain
a soul that weeps
a tear dropp
blood stain
you are still in your cradle
you dont know pain
being sane
being insane
untruthful it may sound
but times even truth to be truthful
has to feign

She Asked Her Goons To Skin Me Like This

She Asked Her Goons To Skin Me Like This, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
a thought
once romantically
inclined now
gone amiss
like a
sacrificial goat
as is where is
doomed deleted
a beggar poets
destiny falling
in love with
a warrior
tho tweet
that i miss
the heart
grow fonder
is bliss
her poison
is worse
than her hiss

This City Never Sleeps

This City Never Sleeps, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. It has recently lost its loved ones
this city almost mother like weeps
yes in grief
this city never sleeps
into the corroded hearts
of our hardened politicians
it peeps
others sow they reap
in a mire of tainted notes
neck deep
in a world of counterfeit votes
blood seeps
what was once yours
is now mine for keeps
our elected black sheep

Dr Glenn Losack MD -Poetry in Blood

Dr Glenn Losack MD -Poetry in Blood, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I know you shoot better pictures than me
better photo your picture gallery
I consider you my mentor
my extended family
you have to come to mumbai
to shoot the hijras at haji malang
the beggars of haji ali
moharam in hyderabad
to the chant of ya ali ya ali
maziya shakir
4 year old
might shoot you
with her nikon d 80
some irony

there are so many
things you and i dont agree
from your bond of friendship
i set you free
you are your
own enemy

I Decided To Become A Beggar Was A Better Option

I Decided To Become A Beggar Was A Better Option, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 238,690 items / 2,007,052 views

so i scaled
the gilded walls
of comfort
of good money
i am on the run
i did not
want to
face the
daily fucked
wrath of
your crazy
machine gun
i would
rather be
the shoes
of Attila
the Hun
i do not
to be part
of corporate
the sun
in my
beggar 'world
i will still
be no1
big bucks
i do not
want to earn
what i taught
my grandchildren
from shitheads
i do not
want to learn
racial profiling
finger printing
i spurn
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
is a better
in the urn
no more regrets
no more heartburns
to your promised
paradise of doom
i pray to god
never ever
to return

Shhh ! We Are Indians

Shhh ! We Are Indians, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 238,690 items / 2,007,049 views

Please read this poem as a satire and our depressing civic values and habits..

we are Indians
we always do
the opposite
on a spiked fence
we sit
we dig our nose
we scratch our balls
most of the time
on the roads
we pee and shit
showing our posterior
to the world
bit by bit
do not throw garbage
the writing on the wall
in reply we spit
we will throw our garbage
in the neighbors yard
like he always did
now we are the
most educated
most cultivated
most cultured
but sometimes
we are stupid
our politics
of divide and rule
a system that our
consciousness befits
we are hindus
muslims christians dalits
but hardly hardly
we are Indians
we are too ashamed
to admit
we get angry
we fight amongst
each other
we have lost
our humorous wit
but in spite of all our
collective flaws
we love our mother India
here we are tightly knit
satyamave jayate
our nations
holy writ
iron in our soul

My Tryst With The Cross

My Tryst With The Cross, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 135,298 items / 1,027,204 views

During the break after the 93 Hindu Muslim riots in Mumbai the only time I was hit hard but survived thanks to Nitin Manmohan and his brother Hemant Panchmiya, we had a our first own pagdi house at Danpada Khar in the fishing village of Khar Danda when the riots took place.

Nitin bhai as I call him and I worked at his store Prachins helped me get temporary accommodations as the Danda house my family did not want to go back because of the dark violent memories.

So we stayed for a short while at Chand Society Juhu but the Muslim tag would frighten people so we moved from here to Juhu Scheme and stayed at a bunglow next to Mr Danny Daenzogpas house , from there again after a few months we shifted to Adarsh Nagar in a building close to the Lotus Gas station and mind you my kids still studied at Bandra.

From Adarsh Nagar we came to Pali Naka and from Pali Naka to Veronica street at Ranwa…

My Tryst With The Cross


My Tryst With The Cross


We slaughter animals to appease God.. we are the children of the sword


21 Ramadan Shahadat Hazrat Mola Ali a.s

21 Ramadan Shahadat Hazrat Mola Ali a.s, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 21 Ramadan Shahadat Hazrat Mola Ali a.s
Khamosh hain to deen ki pehchan Ali a.s hain
Gar bolain to lagta hai k Quran Ali a.s hain
Quran to daita hai hamain dawat-e-Imaan
Iman yeah kehta hai mairy jaan Ali a.s hain
Ummat main numayan hain sabhi Ahle-e-Wilayat
Aur Ashab-e-Wilayat k bhe Sultan Ali hain
Es Bagh-e-Nabuwat ki kali Fatima Zehra s.a
Hassnain a.s hain 2 phool to Gulzar Ali a.s hain
Yeah Ummat-e-Sarkar miti hai na mitay gi
Es Aakhri Ummat k nigheban Ali a.s hain
Wo moqa-e-hijrat ho ya k Jang-e-Ohad ho!
Har haal main Sarkaar s.a.w.w per qurban Ali a.s hain
Khaibar ka qila cheekh k daita hai gawahi
Kuch shak nahi Quwwat-e-Yazdan Ali a.s hain…
Hai madd-e-muqabal ko bhe peenay ki ejazat
Safeenk moqey pe Zeshan Ali a.s hain
Main shama Shabistan-e-Wilayat kahon kis ko?
Dil bol utha Shama-e-Shabistan Ali a.s hain
Har aik Yazeedi se kaho Hashmi khul kar
Islam Ali a.s hain maira Imaan Ali a.s hain.
Ya Ali Madad.


The Shia Back 21 Ramzan


Imran The Shia Convert

Imran The Shia Convert, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. He was once Shiv Shankar Singh steady cam operator assisting Deep Pal..

Shab E Zarbat

Shab E Zarbat, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 139,916 items / 1,084,555 views

The commander of faithful, the father of eloquence, the caretaker of the orphans, the shelter of the needy and the perfect of all humans after Holy Prophet Muhammad (saw). Born in the House of Allah, Holy Kaaba, and martryed in the House of Allah, Masjid-e-Kufa. He died on the 21st day of Ramadan 40 A.H. and buried in Najaf al-Ashraf (Iraq).

On the eve of the martyrdom of Imam Ali (as) we take this opportunity to extend our heartiest condolences to Imam of the time, Imam Mahdi (as) and the Muslim world. Oh Allah (SWT) help us live the life of Imam Ali (as)!

Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib (as) had prophesied his departure from this world several days before hand, and on the day of his martyrdom he mysteriously desired his sons Imam Hasan and Imam Hussain (as) to offer their morning prayers in the house and not to accompany him as they usually did to the mosque o…

Jai Govinda Jai Gopala

Jai Govinda Jai Gopala, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. dedicated to Shankar Gallery
Richard Lazzara

reaching out for
a serene spirituality
in a dahi pot
hands and legs
head and shoulders
in the streets of mumbai hot
jai govinda jai gopala
a beautiful thought
a magical moment
binding you soul
on the spot
peace hope harmony
that god bought
defeating the curse
of swine flu
an accidental plot
that was terrorizing
the human lot
resurrecting him
from destiny's rot

jai govinda jai gopala
mumbai wala hai dilwala
mumbai premki patshala
jalnewale ka moonh ho kala
dilip kumar madhubala
rajendra kumar vijayntimala
purani pijcharon ka maza nirala
sharuk khan ko
amriki immigrationwalon ne
pareshan kar dala

Lady Diana of the Dreads and Me


death is my cosmic hope at hand ...i am from another land


i am a seller of roadside dreams ..fishes of hope in my photostream


A Human Dog Called Man


Ramzan Main Musalman Musalman Ke Khoon Ka Pyasa Ban Jata Hai


A Camera Club Guy Asked Me Why Do You Post Pictures on the Net Do They Sell?

A Camera Club Guy Asked Me Why Do You Post Pictures on the Net Do They Sell?, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,874 items / 1,884,108 views

i gave him
a blow on
his groin
he fell
his balls
from his brains
you cant tell
he wants
as pictorial heaven
i prefer burning
in hell
charred corpses
the stench
filth rancid smell
yes fuck
camera clubs
i am a blogger rebel
i live on the streets
where even angels
fear to dwell

Qatil kabhi maqtool ka matam nahin kartay.”


Kafir kaho, mushrik kaho, jo kehna hai keh do, Hindu hun magar dushman-e-Shabbeer (A.S) nahin."


Hussain-o-Minni pe ruk Mat Minal Hussain bhi parh, Rasool Apne he kal ko Hussain Kehte Hain.


Masjid ki har deewaar se aati hai ye sadaa: Daitay na sar Hussain (A.S) tau parhhta namaz kaun?"


Yes I am Back

Yes I am Back, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Picture shot by French Photographer Laurent salesse on Ashura day , on the way Karbala Talkatora Lucknow.

on the mound of derelict
pulverized car yard
trying to remember her
this shia thug die hard
registered on her web page
a broken heart of a
broken bottle
thirst bleeding
on a glass shard
this pedestrian poet
street bard
a joker a knave
she a blog goddess
a trump card
a heart pumping iron
blood concrete
from here
via so many
best regard
yes what was once deleted
pulled me toward
through the back yard
of a dying love
blooming in a
bust nest graveyard
this rotten bad tomato
smashed discard
repressive depressive
regressive aggressive
only by invitation
send the blog author
a cybernetic post card
yes I am back
all back scarred
hopes and aspirations
like burnt love letters
ashes to ashes
all charred
firoze fuckwit shakir

Freedom is My Birthright

Freedom is My Birthright, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
238,690 items / 2,006,871 views

with money
you could
buy man
your needs
but it is god
his family
his children
his grand
children feed
you hurt
the inner soul
of a mans
self respect
you make
him bleed
from the
of your
his soul
your so
called lackeys
lick ass lusterless
luckless loonies
power and greed
power corrupts
absolute power
corrupts absolutely
do take heed
a beggar poet
your bag
full of money
does not need
man lives
by hope
good words
good deeds
good karma
good dharma
good creed

acchi disha
acchi soch
acchi umeed