My Camera Has Gone Rusty Corroded The To The Core, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. good things of life in my street world exist no more migrants all like never before from where they come their leaders built fucked elephants fucked parks fucked statues spend taxpayers money sab sale chor garib ko mile nahi do waqt ki roti yeh banyae crore money does not grow on trees ..no uproar if all the scam money all the robbed wealth of the nation was bought back the common mans wife would not need to whore on the pleas of the poor debauched democracy of the poor by the poor for the poor has also shut its doors god above tired with festivities shut eyes snores the beggar bangs his head at gods temple whines implores .. the system scores .. when it rains misfortune .it over pours robbed wealth in swiss banks across the shores
There Is Always Light At The End of The Trouble, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Please note I was having problems with my camera and my telly lens , I shot with a 50 mm lens and some of my pictures got over exposed but the issue was not my photography I had one goal to shoot a journey and the collective emotions of the GSB community I respect and as a photo journalist blogger I would rather document this important chapter of faith in my city that touches all of us..
I dont sell my pictures , I refuse to be a coffeetable photographer I dont exhibit my art in this city I am showcasing my vision as a man pf peace all over the Internet ..
My parents made me a citizen of the world much before the internet came in my life ..my parents Shias from Lucknow taught me that respecting another mans faith made us human.. and I follow their tenets my grand children are following the same path without narrowness of vision or belief. as photographers too.
The Return Home To The Seas .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. in a world full of chaos the lord asks for peace from humanity ill at ease war pestilence greed lust for power the greatest disease political machinations ripping the poor scams corruption sleaze every where bribe hafta protection money donations before you pay your fees ..a system rotten money grows on trees falls into the pocket of our netas char so bees ,. a poem my anger your anger will all this cease a whiff of hope in the breeze one day we will certainly have better leaders than these