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"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device", a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

hotel california eagles

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device", a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

hotel california eagles

life is a public toilet on the street ...incomplete

i love my bandra ...

bekarar dil too gaye ja, khushiyo sey bhare woh tarane

Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaaye

Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaaye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaye
Sanjh Ki Dulhan Badan Churaye
Chupke Se Aaye
Mere Khayaalon Ke Aangan Mein
Koi Sapnon Ke Deep Jalaaye

Kabhi Yun Hi Jab Hui Bojhal Saansen
Bhar Aai Baithe Baithe Jab Yun Hi Aankhen
Kabhi Machal Ke Pyar Se Chal Ke
Chhuye Koi Mujhe Par Nazar Na Aaye
Kahin Door...

Kahin To Yeh Dil Kabhi Mil Nahin Paate
Kahin Pe Nikal Aaye Janmon Ke Naate
Thami Thi Uljhan Bairi Apna Man
Apna Hi Hoke Sahe Dard Paraaye
Kahin Door...

anand lyrics

In India Mothers Day Is Everyday

Yeh Duniya, Yeh Mehfil Mere Kam Kee Nahee

Yeh Duniya, Yeh Mehfil Mere Kam Kee Nahee, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. yeh duniya, yeh mehfil mere kam kee nahee

kis ko sunaoo hal dil-e-bekarar kaa
bujata huwa charag hu apne majar kaa
aye kash bhul jau, magar bhulata nahee
kis dhum se uthha tha, janaja bahar kaa

apna pata mile, naa khabar yar kee mile
dushman ko bhee naa aisee saja pyar kee mile
unako khuda mile hain khuda kee jinhe talash
muj ko bas yek jalak mere diladar kee mile

sahara me aake bhee, muj ko thhikana naa mila
gam ko bhulane kaa, koee bahana naa mila
dil tarase jis me pyar ko, kya samajoo us sansar ko
yek jitee bajee har ke, mai dhundu bichhade yar ko

dur nigaho se aansu bahata hain koee
kaise naa jau mai, muj ko bulata hain koee
ya tute dil ko jod do, ya sare bandhan tod do
aye parabat rasta de mujhe, aye kanto daman chhod do


The Yeh Duniya, Yeh Mehfil Mere Kam Kee Nahee song lyrics from 'Heer Ranjha'

the wood carvers of mahim

Mumbai Police .. in a Dilemma

The Street Photographer Mystic of Mumbai

These Are The Ones Who Did Not Go To Azad Maidan.. They Are Protesting Outside The Mosque

feed a beggar and make a home in paradise

ramzan shopping and trying to get a cab in mumbai

fucked pipe dreams of the living dead ..

marne ke bad hoga charcha teri gali main .. jeena teri gali main

headless dreams of a city moron

Jai Maharashtra .. Vande Matram

Life is not a Bed of Roses

Beehive of Incomplete Dreams

Haji Ali Dargah

Haji Ali Dargah, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Haji Ali Dargah (Urdu: حاجی علی درگاہ , Marathi: हाजी अली दर्गा, Hindi: हाजी अली दरगाह, Gujarati: હાજી અલી દરગાહ) is a mosque and dargah (tomb) located on an islet[dubious – discuss] off the coast of Worli in the Southern part of Mumbai. Near the heart of the city proper, the dargah is one of the most recognisable landmarks of Mumbai.[1][2][3]
An exquisite example of Indian Islamic architecture, associated with legends about doomed lovers, the dargah contains the tomb of Sayed Peer Haji Ali Shah Bukhari.

Background

The Haji Ali Dargah was constructed in 1431[4] in memory of a rich Muslim merchant, Sayyed Peer Haji Ali Shah Bukhari (R.A.), who gave up all his worldly possessions before making a pilgrimage to Mecca. Hailing from Bukhara, in the ancient Persian Empire and now in Uzbekistan, Bukhari travelled around the world in the early to mid 15th century, and then settled in Mumba…

Haji Ali Dargah

15 August is Dry Day But You Can Get Wet Under The Ears By Buying Booze In The Black Market

The Common Man Sees Nightmares in Daytime

The Street is an Open Book Of Life I Read It And Shoot It Too..

Gowalia Tank Mumbai

The Healing Hand of a Dam Madar Malang

Tu jahan aaya hai, Wo tera ghar nahi gaanv nahi Gali nahi kucha nahi, Rasta nahi basti nahi

Tu jahan aaya hai, Wo tera ghar nahi gaanv nahi Gali nahi kucha nahi, Rasta nahi basti nahi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Tu jahan aaya hai, Wo tera ghar nahi gaanv nahi
Gali nahi kucha nahi, Rasta nahi basti nahi
Duniya hai, aur pyare, Duniya ye ek circus hai
Aur is circus mein, Bade ko bhi chhote ko bhi
Khare ko bhi khote ko bhi, Mote ko bhi patle ko bhi
Neeche se upar ko, upar se neeche ko
aana jana padta hai
Aur ring master ke kode par
koda jo bhook hai, Koda jo paisa hai
Koda jo kismat hai
Tarah tarah naach kar, Dikhana yahan padta hai
Baar baar rona aur gaana Yahan padta hai
Hero se hero se joker ban jana padta hai
Aye bhai zara dekh k chalo
Aage hi nahi peeche bhi
Daayein hi nahi baayein bhi
Upar hi nahi neeche bhi
Aye bhai

Girne se darta hai kyun, marne se darta hai kyun
Thokar tu tak jab na khayega
Paas kisi gham ko na jab tak tu bulayega
Zindagi hai cheez kya nahi jaan payega
Rota hua aaya hai rota chala jayega
Aye bhai
Aye bhai zara dekh k chalo
Aage hi nahi peeche bhi
Daayein …

Dreams On Sale On Pavements of Mumbai

kahan gaya mera bachpan kharaab kar ke mujhe aae huwe ham jin ke liye barbaad wo ham ko chahe karen na yaad

Jayen Toh Jayen Kahan ..The Dilemma of Being a North Eastern In India

The Street Photographer Should Be Seen Through His Pictures

The Homeless Muslims .. Dont Even Complain To God Leave Aside Protest

Azad Maidan Misplaced Muslim Protest..During Holy Month of Ramzan

As A Muslim I Apologize To The Police And The Media ..Amar Jawan Being Reconstructed

The House of Lords In Mumbai

Religious Procession Bora Bazar Mumbai

Religious Procession Bora Bazar Mumbai

Peace In Mumbai at all cost ..

The Muslim Man Sometimes Becomes a Political Pawn..

The Muslim Man Sometimes Becomes a Political Pawn.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
used abused
much maligned
since the day
he was born
called a vote bank
here today
tomorrow gone
leaves behind
his footsteps
of peace brotherhood
for the newborn
had the muslims
protested against
'tyranny of yazid
we would be
seeing a collective
dawn no sectarian
strife no battles
outworn ..united
one allah one
ethos one
brotherhood
let bygones
be bygones

We are Indians We Are Born Accident Prone ..If You Live In a Glass House Dont Throw Stone

India Has Diverse Dress Codes But One Humanity ..

If Akhileshji Creates Jobs Opportunities They Wont Have To Live A Life of Pain In Mumbai

Aye Maalik Tere Bande Hum Ayese Ho Humaare Karam

Aye Maalik Tere Bande Hum Ayese Ho Humaare Karam, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Aye Maalik Tere Bande Hum Ayese Ho Humaare Karam
Nekee Par Chale, Aaur Badee Se Tale, Taankee Hasate Huye Nikale Dam

Ye Andheraa Ghanaa Chhaa Rahaa, Teraa Insaan Ghabaraa Rahaa
Ho Rahaa Bekhabar, Kuchh Naa Aataa Najar, Sukh Kaa Sooraj Chhoopaa Jaa Rahaa
Hai Teree Roshanee Mein Jo Dam To Amaawas Ko Kar De Poonam


Aye Maalik Tere Bande Ham ( Do Aankhen Bara Haath - 1957 )



Badaa Kamajor Hain Aadamee, Abhee Laakhon Hain Is Mein Kamee
Par Too Jo Khadaa, Hain Dayaaloo Badaa, Teree Kirapaa Se Dharatee Thamee
Diyaa Toone Humei Jab Janam Too Hee Zelegaa Hum Sab Ke Gam

Jab Julmon Kaa Ho Saamanaa, Tab Too Hee Humei Thaamanaa
Wo Buraee Kare, Hum Bhalaaee Bhare, Naheen Badale Kee Ho Kaamanaa
Badh Uthhe Pyaar Kaa Har Kadam Aaur Mite Bair Kaa Ye Bharam

Minara Masjid 1001 Nights of Delicious Food

Forgiveness And Tolerance in Islam....A Beauty And Charm..

Forgiveness And Tolerance in Islam....A Beauty And Charm.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
live let live
dont cause
others
unnecessary
harm
add a
healing
touch
as balm
live in
peace
mutual
coexistence
of arti and azan

The Dabbawala And The Slithering Street Photographer

The Homeless Dont Need HSCBC Home Loans

Tattoo Artist On Royal Enfield at Byculla

Tattoo Artist On Royal Enfield at Byculla