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We Are No1 Street Photographers of Bandra

I Leave British Residency And The Ghosts Behind

My Last Segment On British Residency .2013

My Last Segment On British Residency .2013, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I will end my Lucknow sojourn and take you back on my arrival in Lucknow and rapidly shot street images in the train and at Lucknow ..

I shot the Versova creek yesterday. I have a lot of back log ..

Sakina The Wonder Girl

Sakina The Wonder Girl

The Flickr Uploader Is The Most Obsolete Tool At Flickr.com

British Residency St Mary Cemetery Lucknow

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated. Tupac Shakur

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. Joseph Hall

The Only Place I Saw God Was The Cemetery..

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. George Eliot

Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.

Left Behind By A Heartless British Empire.

i shall go to him but he shall not return to me

British Residency St Mary Cemetery Lucknow

oh death .. fuck where is thy sting !

forgotten by the mother country .. now reborn natives of a brave new world

raat raat bhar intazaar hai dil dard se beqaraar hai saajan itnaa to naa tadpaao, chale aao

Dead Man Walking

Dead Man Walking, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. images do the talking
the flesh was weak
the spirit stalking
as one door closes
another keeps unlocking
surreal shocking
a killing bird overhead
mocking ...death
stealthily on tip toe
drunkenly knocking

koie door se awaz de chale aao

"Father, into your hands I commend my spirit."

i came here because someone wanted me to come here and share the winter chill pain of a grave in lucknow

oh put me back to sleep...

My Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me

My Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

tell her
i am now
deeply
burried
but alive
in her
thoughts
at st mary
ruins relics
of british
residency

I love blood I love death and I love gravestones