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The New Mad Man Of Bandra Bazar Road

The New Mad Man Of Bandra Bazar Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. come
have a cup
of tea said
the madman
to me ..
irani chai
from pahelvi
madmen
are human
bought up
on a code of
honor hope
humility
only their
mind stopped
working like
it did previously
hazards of life
chain of pain
from here to
eternity
held captive
born free

The Mad Man Of Kalina

The Mad Man Of Kalina, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
his mind
a vacuous
engine
adding
to his
flaws
his fate
caught
accidentally
in the devils
open jaws
madness
without
a cause
an urban
jungle
no laws
to stay
alive
every
moment
he claws
a rolling
stone
gathers
no moss

The Mad Lady of Lalbagh

The Mad Lady of Lalbagh, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

time has been
harsh on her
waiting for
the blessings
of lal bagh chya
raja she sits
in her corner
that he will
visit her
from within
a moment
she will
respect
honor

The Mad Man Of Dongri

The Mad Man Of Dongri, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
dismantled mind
broken down
machinery
he is human
but imbalanced
mentally
does not
need an
Aadhar card
for his banking
facility ..no designer
clothes just a gap
in his loincloth
to pee ..no
religious bigotry
no opinion
no preference
from societys
archaic anti
human laws
he is free

i shot
what i saw
i shot
what you
see

the elitist call it
street photography
capturing mental
people of india
on the soul of
humanity
adding
it to my
slam
poetry

The Mad Lady of Mahim

The Mad Lady of Mahim, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

her mind
once sharp
clear now
with her
madness
dark and grim
she reminisces
the happier times
when he loved her
she loved him
than he came
under the tracks
of a speeding train
her world fell apart
her relatives took
away everything
that belonged
to him threw
her out on the
streets ..her
minds lights
went dim

paroxysms
of pain
a drowning straw
she cant swim
over and over
she remembers
her happy times
she remembers him

The Mad Woman Of Bandra Station

The Mad Woman Of Bandra Station, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

from where
she came
nobody knows
the mad woman
of bandra station
i shot up close
her faceless
pain a dying
rose .. in a
garbage
dump it
silently
grows
was this
a path
her fate
chose
all windows
locked of
her mind
airless
dark dungeon
of a corridor
what else
is in store
ask no more
constrained
forever
they
sealed
all doors

Does God Shed Tears When A Woman Goes Mad

Does God Shed Tears When A Woman Goes Mad, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

one day
he who
loved her
left her
for the
other
woman
it hit
her
hard
he dumped
her like a
used cycle
in the backyard
her palace
of dreams
fell like a
pack of cards
she cut her
wrist ..but
survived
so they
put her in
a mental
ward
he sent her
a bouquet
of flowers
his wedding card
with best regards
she escaped
from the ignominy
of delusions
her dreams
burnt out
charred
he is happily
married now
two fine kids
while she
searches
for peace
in a junkyard
demented
deleted
doomed
discard

once bitten twice shy now she is on her guard ..her life as a madwoman totally burnt out scarred and marred .

on earth madness is a state of bliss

on earth madness is a state of bliss, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.
Andre Gide


says the madman
of khar ..color
caste creed
for a madman
makes no sense
religion is a path
we do not tend
we are weeds
on the soul
of humanity
choked on
the river bend
his bounty
his largess
we accept
what he sends
locked up in
the cage of
our minds
among the
sane we
hardly blend
our beginning
a long journey
with no end
we have no
enemies
we have
no friends

Falling In Love Drove Him To Madness

Falling In Love Drove Him To Madness, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. When love is not madness, it is not love.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca

as he took me aside
spoke to me about
delusions despair
overpowering sadness
the madman of mahim
who had just runaway
from the state lunatic
asylum,,kabhi khushi
kabhi gham tara rum
pam pam..an imaginary
guitar he began to strum
to give him company
i pretended playing
the drum.. deleted
doomed one sided
love .. till she gave
a kick on the bum
the flesh was willing
the spirit went numb
in love it is better
to be mute deaf dumb
living off her crumbs

the madman of mahim
lost everything his last days
living it out in the slums
among the lesser denizens
the living dead and scum
a loaf of bread some rum
no he will never be under
her teeny weeny twiddly
thumb....thus i parted
from his street kingdom

Madman of Bandra Reclamation

Madman of Bandra Reclamation, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
at lal mitti
bus stop
bandra
reclamation
he stays
dirty filthy
sunken eyes
in a daze
highlighting
unkempt
bearded face
he shits
he urinates
somehow
unknown
to others
for an
enlightened
moment
he waits
he is a
mystic
caught
in the
web
of his
fucked
cosmic
fate

Women Are The Cause Of All Madness On Earth

Women Are The Cause Of All Madness On Earth, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
these were the words
uttered in pain harsh
but bold .. by the mad
man of colaba who
slept near strand
cinema out in the cold
once he had happiness
she was 18 he was 22
year old .. till she
left him for a rich man
who lavished her with
silken undergarments
jewelry and gold
these were the items
that spoilt her i am told
she passes him by
unrecognizable his
state her dog sniffs
pisses on him
madarchod ..
apne hathon se
maut ko bulawa
de aur aur phir
khadda khod
khub ata hai
krodh..

The Madman Removing Ticks From His Clothes

The Madman Removing Ticks From His Clothes, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad.
George Bernard Shaw

the madman
has a tryst
with ticks
sucking
his blood
they lick
he catches
'them between
two fingers
as they go
click click
only dried
blood no tick
no more fucked
pricks ..madmen
never fall sick
the madman
from a collective
cohesive wall
a fallen broken
brick..

another madman from bandra.. take your pick..

The Madman of Bandra

The Madman of Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. “It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed”
― Thomas Moore

why there
are more
madmen
in bandra
i never
could
understand
was this
what god
planned
cosmic
derivative
madness
lunacy
idiocy
varying
tones
muted
tanned
madpeople
are not human
on their heads
they stand
dirty filthy
but pristine
clean from
within
like golden
sea sand
almost insular
to the point
of death a unique
bandra brand
less for more
more or less
depends how
you expand
memory
that simply
cant be
scanned

The Madman of CST

The Madman of CST, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
was very
angry
with me
he said
your poetic
madness
about mad
folks in mumbai
is too over dramatic
catastrophic for
my brothers and me
we are mad at the world
for making us mad
we too were sane
you see ..breathing
living free till one day
lightning struck changing
our minds molecules
our perceptive memory
who we are what we are
is a matter sub judice
a matter of controversy
a madman per se
we hold on to our
divine madness dont
want to be infected
by sanity .. dangerous
incurable ..all through
mans figurative history
he went on blabbing
like this for over an
hour the madman
of SOBO .. madman of CST

Madmen Are Born Not Made

Madmen Are Born Not Made, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
madmen
live their life
unafraid
in ankle
deep waters
of pain sorrow
they wade
only death
gives them
the desired
upgrade
silence
of the lamb
only when
in their graves
they are laid
funeral charges
unpaid .. as
madmen are
born losers
in commerce
in trade
only only
if he had
not fallen
for the
barmaid
who got
caught
by the
moral police
in the surprise
wee hour raid
for soliciting
prostitution
got jailed
a love
that failed
deleted
doomed
before
it set sail