hope we continuously
beg steal or borrow
we are entrenched
in warfare with sorrow
back to where we
were day after
tomorrow ..
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
We Indians Dream Of A Better Tomorrow
Sometimes In India Even God Cant Save The Girl Child ..
Sometimes In India Even God Cant Save The Girl Child .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
condemned
to death much
before she was
born,,,crushed
before she could
bloom she is gone
robbed of her inherent
innocence her beauty
before she sees dawn
wingless creature
none to mourn
considered devi
goddess yet
raped sodomized
acid thrown on her face
that once shone
fodder supply on demand
for titillating porn..
on her body lying
on a cold morgue
table lone forlorn
caught between
human lust devilish
scorn...and i can
go on and on
My Pictures Are Too Ordinary For Picture Walls
i shoot hope
in closed eyes
of blind beggars
your senses
assault i shoot
human beings
reptilian legs
that toddle crawl
i shoot wobbly
legs that stand
as they fall
i shoot beggars
drunken brawls
i shoot whores
at peels house
painted dolls
men dressed
as hijras at
kamatipura
on phone call
i shoot vermin
i shoot garbage
porn.. i shoot
faceless silence
of crumbling walls
i shoot lepers
hidden in tattered
shawls .i shoot
my inner angst
not found on
facebook walls
what i shoot is
finger fucked
all balls ..
beggars are the only indigenous export from India nobody wants
beggars are the only indigenous export from India nobody wants, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
our beggars
resilience
a kind of
toughness
beneath
the deformed
veneer flaunt
our beggars
are humble
home grown
dont taunt
we could
export them
to other holy
cities of
the world
but our
beggars
nobody
wants
because
before
you export
our beggars
you have
to export
those who
feed beggars
at roadside
restaurants
our beggars
will only eat
their food
a question
of detente
a political question
before India and Arabs
a thought that haunts
The Only Thing The Beggar Does Not Need To Beg For Is Babies..
The Only Thing The Beggar Does Not Need To Beg For Is Babies.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
the only job
he knows best
in and out
drunken dilemma
when the lights
go out
screwing his
wife babies
sprout
wrestling bout
babies bring
in more money
no doubt
drugged mutilated
the burnt hand
of the child
he pulls out at traffic
signals with a
medicine
prescription
in hand is what it
is about,, mother
fucking lout
extra money
from extra mouths
he hates people
like me who shoot him
at his regular hangouts
a poetic tragedy
for the child
a travesty of fate
totally worn out
ps ... he is wearing a head scarf pretending to be a muslim beggar during ramzan phase out
This Child Has A Dream..
madam all sprayed
perfumed ..inside her
car sees the dregs of
society untouchables
from far ..at the mahim
traffic signal snarl.
hating every moment
the filth squalor
demeaning dehumanizing
the pristine whiteness
of her jaguar the girl child
staring into her cold
eyes a scene bizarre
she would give her
soul away but not her
money to be transported
back to her ladies bar
with her socialite friends
kitty partyladies of khar
Muscular dystrophy
the muslim beggar
of destiny cant
move his hands
legs no part free
held in chains
bound by
muscular
mental
physical
disability
he cannot
talk walk
eat you
can see
dying
gradually
in the rains
a plastic rain
coat for cover
for his guardian
he is source
of money
this is bandra
inhuman
insensitive
to a muslim
boys weakening
deteriorating
condition
on bent knees
at jamat e
jamooriyah
jj colony
a beggars
lane on
display
our municipal
councilors
feudal
territory
give the
poor a hand
let them die
peacefully
ramzan mubarak
eid mubarak
to all sundry
Hunger
I shot this lady and her child a lot, her beat was the stretch across the Bandra Hill Road Police Station , and she wandered from one end of this road to the other end in search of food money or nourishment.
Its been two years now since I moved away from this location , and like her there was another Muslim mother and child I shot , including a new baby she got and she begged because her husband could not make ends meet..I normally dont talk to the subjects I shoot , but sometimes I would ask them , why they did no search for a job , but I gathered begging was a tiring job , sometimes luckless but was far better than being employed , and it appeared it was too late to remove the beggary from their depleted souls.
Once a beggar always a beggar and nowadays I dont carry my camera at all, and I shoot beggars all the time with my cosmic eye and mind and improvise my imaginary shots ..
I regret not having my camera on my person when I see Dabbawalas drenched to the bone riding their bikes near Bandra Bazar Road .. but I have no feeling I have killed all my feelings for photography, it is not important , and photography is not the essence of my being , it does not make me or break me I was human much before the camera came into my hands.
I have moved away from shooting stuff ..I dont want to shoot pictures get insulted humiliated , so I stopped shooting events of my own religiosity .. I shoot Moharam in other cities I shoot a lot of Hindu events simply because people of other religiosity give you respect , give you space and shit I dont need to shoot pictures to make money or prove that I am a Shia born Muslim.. picture taking is a hobby , and will always be secondary to my life.
So I began teaching my grand kids to shoot pictures , beggars people and hope above all things , my grand daughters now see frames before they see a picture and shoot it and they are like me , not excited or kicked up about the camera..
And I titled this post hunger ..poetically metaphorically philosophically ..when the child is hungry he will cry , mother will place him on her chest and fuel his hunger , but now when the mother feels hunger pangs , she goes to the dustbin of eateries close by and empties out the left overs in her bag ...Hunger ..
Yes I shoot pictures with my cosmic eye as you see them on reading my words ..
And mind you this is not a picture but a blog.. a poets blog about the poetry of pain and the poetry of life typed by a single finger of a damaged hand ..I cut my head during Moharam.. I bleed I feel pain too but it is not hunger it is my Faith that moves Mountains within my own scarred Soul..
Today is 21 Ramzan.. I am at home .. and the camera is at home too.. I took my grand daughter Nerjis down she is not well and her parents could not calm her so I took charge ..
I Told Them To Make My Coffin Sound Proof
once my body
or whatever
comes back
from hospital
as dead cadaver
to place me in the
coffin throw me
in the sea far aloof
as i am wet proof
no i dont seek a tomb
a shade or a roof
no fatahs in a cemetery
once gone no spoof
i dont seek a paradise
i need no proof..
my blogs my pictures
my poetry from cyberspace
my next of kin can remove
my will testimonial signed
approved ....
the flesh was weak
the soul wont improve
ps
deleted doomed
Muslim Beggars Of India On Display
in every city
town village
street lane
highway
begging
away
a skull cap
a burkha
on friday
limping
blind leprous
challenged
with bodily
decay
call it
charity
whatever
you pay
rain comes
goes away
beggars pain
everlasting
eternal in
every way
muslim beggars
in ramzan swell
proliferate as
hope begets
their cries
prayers ..
selling
their wares
broken wings
scattered tears
gasping for air
When An Indian Male Does Not Get The Woman He Wants He Either Throws Acid .. Burns Her Rapes Her Or Makes Her Mad
When An Indian Male Does Not Get The Woman He Wants He Either Throws Acid .. Burns Her Rapes Her Or Makes Her Mad, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
most of the women
you see on the roads
shabbily dressed
they were once
a mans conquest
once he got what
he wanted her house
her wealth he threw her
in a madhouse ..you
know the rest -
indians are basically
cowards ..pretend to
be the bravest
throwing acid on
women getting
away because of
lax laws an issue
never easily
addressed
gang raping
sodomizing
kidnapping
selling her
of as a
prostitute
what next..
In India Once A Beggar Always A Beggar
sometimes
the beggar
makes more
money earns more
than a graduate
i know of
beggars who
are moneylenders
charging hefty
interests to those
who are chronic
gamblers whore masters
drug peddlers and the rest
beggars without college
degrees vying with the best
deformed , disfigured you
might detest ,, but beggars
are clever smart shrewdest
some beggars have their
own beggar employees
recruited during religious fest
they pay hafta to the cops
local goons and in properties invest
during ramzan at their
iftar parties even politicians
are guests ..beggars are kings
know the law , unless they
commit a crime you cannot
arrest ..thanks to the syndicate
they are totally blessed ..
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Mourning the Martyrdom of Imam Ali
On the 19th of Ramadan, while praying in the Great Mosque of Kufa, ImamAli was attacked by the Khawarij Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam. He was wounded by ibn Muljam's poison-coated sword while prostrating in the Fajr prayer.[109] Imam Ali ordered his sons not to attack the Kharijites, instead stipulating that if he survived, ibn Muljam would be pardoned whereas if he died, ibn Muljam should be given only one equal hit (regardless of whether or not he died from the hit).[110]
Imam Ali died a few days later on January 31, 661 (21 Ramadan 40 A.H).[109]Imam Hasan fulfilled Qisas and gave equal punishment to ibn Muljam upon Imam Ali's death.[
Appu My Friend ... No Arms No Legs
we cry
if have
no shoes
we cry if
have no
gloves
till we
meet
a man
on the
street
with no
hands
no feet
incomplete
appu my friend
victoriously
fighting back
in defeat
his fate
as a cosmic
iconic beggar
he could not
cheat ..a tree
stump small
petite extremely
human kind
polite very sweet
lapping his
food holding
the plate
in his teeth
is how he
eats or drinks
his tea holding
the glass in his
mouth like
an athlete
but i beg of
you be
discreet
dont ask
me how
he sits
defecates
urinates
or excrete
tears on
the toilet
seat ..
or when
mosquitoes
flies bite him
in mumbai
dust and heat
braving the
rains cloudburst
floods ..what
a feat ..
appu my
friend
i repeat
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Mourning the Martyrdom of Imam Ali
On the 19th of Ramadan, while praying in the Great Mosque of Kufa, ImamAli was attacked by the Khawarij Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam. He was wounded by ibn Muljam's poison-coated sword while prostrating in the Fajr prayer.[109] Imam Ali ordered his sons not to attack the Kharijites, instead stipulating that if he survived, ibn Muljam would be pardoned whereas if he died, ibn Muljam should be given only one equal hit (regardless of whether or not he died from the hit).[110]
Imam Ali died a few days later on January 31, 661 (21 Ramadan 40 A.H).[109]Imam Hasan fulfilled Qisas and gave equal punishment to ibn Muljam upon Imam Ali's death.[
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan
Matam For The Martyrdom of Imam Ali Recited By Marziya Shakir -21 Ramzan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Mourning the Martyrdom of Imam Ali
On the 19th of Ramadan, while praying in the Great Mosque of Kufa, ImamAli was attacked by the Khawarij Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam. He was wounded by ibn Muljam's poison-coated sword while prostrating in the Fajr prayer.[109] Imam Ali ordered his sons not to attack the Kharijites, instead stipulating that if he survived, ibn Muljam would be pardoned whereas if he died, ibn Muljam should be given only one equal hit (regardless of whether or not he died from the hit).[110]
Imam Ali died a few days later on January 31, 661 (21 Ramadan 40 A.H).[109]Imam Hasan fulfilled Qisas and gave equal punishment to ibn Muljam upon Imam Ali's death.[
The Eternal Pain Of The Muslim Beggar Of Bandra Bazar Road
The Eternal Pain Of The Muslim Beggar Of Bandra Bazar Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
He and Jaffar Bhai are the two senior beggars at the bazar , and though he calls me out in the mornings , I have never really talked to him, I dont know his name , I give him money I always do if I shoot their pictures or otherwise ..I do not have the common curiosity nor the inclination to find out more about the people I shoot .. and my pictures are only for the Internet .. no coffee table book, no exhibition.
And I would kill myself before making them stand next to a poster of an American Hollywood actor ,, it would be demeaning their Indianess , their fundamental right to be what they are .. just human beings caught in a mouse trap.
I have over 282000 images at my Flickr photostream, , and some pictures I have completely removed from public view as Flickr cannot address the issue of people stealing our pictures at Flickr itself, pleading your cause with Yahoo Copyright makes you the accused and not the victim.. I hope Ms Marissa Mayer brings in more refreshing safeguards of this one problem that plagues people like us and I dont lick Getty ass.. nor do I prostitute my images to buyers in the Temple of Photography,..but if I did get some money for a picture I saw that I gave it to the deserving people in their own hands .. what they do with it is not my concern..
Flickr is the only best photo management site I got over my bias for New Flickr .. I could not fight them I joined them .. Fuck Ipernity or other places I am happy with a few friends here ..I do not intend being a Flickr refugee somewhere else.
I will miss being a Pro.. but actually inherently I am learning photography and a hobbyist poet and amateur photographer ..and teaching this craft to my grand children.. in all humility they certainly know how to hold a DSLR and pictures they shoot are part of theor coming of age .. so the gift of a camera to a child is the most lasting endearing gift of extended life.
When you read my picture , than it becomes a blog and I must reiterate I am a blogger first and a photographer at the bottom of the ladder ...words maketh a picture too.
Ma Sabr Kar ..Acche Din Zaroor Ayenge
bure din beet jayenge
acche din laut ayenge
haq se jeena insaniyat
ke sunehra panne naye
daur ke intizar main
jag jayenge,,,,phir eid
maayenge ...sheer
korma maze se khayenge
As Muslims We Are Divided By Wealth , Religious Bias , And Sectarian Hate
As Muslims We Are Divided By Wealth , Religious Bias , And Sectarian Hate, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
who really cares
to know whether
a beggar is hungry
or what she ate
time for prayers
sitting on his high
horse albeit
he is getting late
for his best friend
he has time to wait
in other parts it is
time for settling scores
shoot kill murder hate
on revered holy shrines of
the shias bombs detonate '
but for 1400 years the name
of Ali they could not erase
Allah be praised ...each time
from the pulpit they vowed
to remove Hyders trace
but he resurfaced ..murdered
killed in a mosque ..martyred
but still alive in time and space
ALLAH HUMA LAAAN QATALATAL AMEERUL MOMENEEN A.S
COUNTLESS LANAT ON ibne muljim malaoon... our chosen phrase ..
The Muslim Beggars of Hussain Tekri Jaorah MP
Another place famous for beggars is Hussain Tekri Jaorah Madhya Pradesh , and you find them in hordes during Chehlum , the Shia mourning period of 40 day of the Martyrdom of Hazrat Imam Hussain ,, grandson of the Holy Prophet ..Imam Hussain was the son of Bibi Fatima daughter of the Holy Prophet ,Imam Hussains father was Imam Ali Ibn Talib cousin of the Holy Prophet .. Imam Ali too was martyred by Ibn Mulzim which the Shias celebrate as 21 Ramzan the saddest day for Shias allover the World.
The Beggars At Haji Malang ,,,
At Haji Malang once a time one found lepers as this was a leper colony in the mountains , no motor able road , you have to climb on foot ,.but as this Holy Shrine became famous now all the land where once the leper colony existed has become prime land , there are some lepers living in thatched huts on the way to the iconic Holy Shrine .
Beggars at Haji Malang are both Hindus and Muslims and Bawas , Sufi monks or Malangs.
During the Urus this place has a lot of migrant beggar population it was here at the foothills I shot the Albino beggar family ... they have disappeared since then.
The Muslim Blind Beggar Of Bandra Bazar Road
Both he and his handler are from Murshidabad W Bengal, he is a beggar I shot for many years , a set on Flickr.com , he was operated on his eyes in Bandra thanks to the local Mosque , but the operation failed all three times,than he disappeared for 5 long years , he returned two years back, now much taller and in his teens.
They beg at the Hong Kong Bank Signal near Tiffin , or at Bandra Reclamation.
I have not spotted them this Ramzan..
Monday, July 29, 2013
Mama What Happens Once Ramzan Gets Over Will They Forget Us Or Remember Us
Mama What Happens Once Ramzan Gets Over Will They Forget Us Or Remember Us, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
after ramzan
charity generosity
piety will rest
one months test
but was the best
people humble
caring modest
for the beggars
every evening
a virtual fest
food to savor
food to digest
hope on the
crest ..forgiveness
mindset ..ramzan
when beggars
were holistically
blessed - ramzan
freedom for the
oppressed ..
but unfortunately
in muslim countries
ramzan is murder
mayhem..minarets
of hope call for
protest muslims
love killing muslims
in ramzan..sectarian
political unrest
hornets nest
Mother Why Did You Give Me Birth ,,,Now You Beg To Keep Me Alive
Mother Why Did You Give Me Birth ,,,Now You Beg To Keep Me Alive, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
on the cold pavement
lies a born dreamer
born in the womb
of a beggar ...born
to feel pain ..child beggar
I Am A Loner In A Crowd I Am A Dead Body Within A Shroud
I Am A Loner In A Crowd I Am A Dead Body Within A Shroud, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
walking barefeet
felling the earth
its heart beats
sounds ,,the
urban soil to
my clay like
essence bounds
in a cosmic
karmic silence
of pain my
punishment
as i go round
around ..a piece
of garbage on
her mound
burnt brown
a semi wise
man posing
as a clown
The Beggars Of Taragadh
i shot them
as a frame
within a frame
i thought
i would not
need words
but the poetry
of life persists
these beggars
want to be seen
but also be heard
fluttering souls
broken wings
mindless bodies
like birds ,,
I Shoot Beggars - The Beggar Poet
i shoot beggars
to show you
that god exists
he lives in a hovel
among the poor
in humility does
his bit ..he does
not need spiritual
pimps or brokers
presents costly gifts
the god of the poor
is poor himself..
i must admit
he certainly
does not ask his
followers to kill
those who dont
believe in him
this mandate
of hate he does
not permit
suicide bombers
are not part of
his creed once
you submit
no killing of
innocent people
throats to slit
the god of the poor
is not the god of
hoodlums and bandits
so i shoot beggars
to showcase their god
both closely knit
through my pictures
another world is possible
a thought to transmit
call me a dreamer
call me a dimwit
when man kills man
god gets hit ...
The Muslim Beggars Get Their Bonus On Eid
after the namaz
god fulfills all
their needs
working overtime
on eid .. at home
many mouths to
feed ..the mother
in the lead ..alllah
ke nam par de do
is her chant godspeed
the muslim beggars
lowest of the low
poorest of the poor
untouchables of
our creed ..waiting
to be freed ..growing
in slum like marshes
like unwanted weeds
to rehabilitate them
is not part of the
agenda converting
many more to become
muslims is a thought
to concede proselytizing
the poor by the moneyed
is part of the tableek,,
Kashmiri Beggars ..At Mahim Dargah ..
if things were
normal in the
valley of hope
why would
they come
to mumbai
in the slums
live and cope
mercy of
Allah..walking
a tight rope
downward
slope
life is
quizzical
beyond
their scope
Without Beggars Charity Would Cease To Exist
to appease god
through beggars
invoke his blessings
would take a hit
beggars hope
charity and god
interknit ,,one
size fits ..without
beggars trustees
at temples mosques
holy shrines would
get a paralytic fit
hotel guys who give
food fit for rats would
close down would
have to call it quits
cops taking hafta
from beggars system
corrupt culprit
think a world without
beggars .. an era ends
i will write its obit
but what if beggars
were employed by
the government
to fill their coffers
given permits
like bus conductors
cab drivers auto drivers
a happy utopian skit
beggars would be
an integral part of
society no more
misfits ....
beggars who would
accept your credit
cards a satirical
thought to wit
my fecund
fucked mind
as it flickrs flits
on the soul
of my beggar
poetry some
more vomit
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