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Mama Is He One Of Ours

Mama Is He One Of Ours, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

shooting
our pictures
our impoverished
humanity with
its motherly scars
will he capture
our souls ,,, place
it in a jar ..and sell it
to the highest bidder
at the bazar
oh mama he
wont shame us
your face hidden
my face like a door
all ajar ..mama
instead of shooting us
why does he not
earn money
shooting film stars
mama why why are we
on his cosmic radar

Jesus In Your Name I Earn

Jesus In Your Name I Earn, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
on novena day
Wednesday
behind
cars taxis
scooters
motorbikes
i run
my barefeet
burn all the
efforts a few
coins churn
sometimes
a note .. feels
like a lottery
i won ,,,

jesus
your presence
at the traffic signal
so much i learn
for a better future
for me my family
i yearn

to
linda shaefer

Poetry Of Life

No Mamma No Pappa .. Uncle Give Baksheesh

The Indian Woman ... Has Come A Long Way She Lives For A Moment Dies Everyday

bol meri taqdeer mein kyaa hai mere hamsafar ab to bataa

These Are Hindu Beggars Who Dress Up as Muslims On Eid .. They Do It Out Of Necessity Instead Of Greed

Capturing Feelings Adding A Smile Is Street Photography - It Does Not Require A Camera

Capturing Feelings Adding A Smile Is Street Photography - It Does Not Require A Camera, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
The little child is very happy that Nerjis and Marziya have given money to his mother , and this is the moment I shot and preserved ,,, my grand children learn humility , charity not taught in school textbooks .. And the camera now in their hands brings all this with greater luminosity .. shedding light on their darkness ..

And my grand children may not become professional photographers but these street lessons I dont think they will ever forget..

Mama When Is Mothers Day ,,,

Mama When Is Mothers Day ,,,, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
when children
for the kindness
of their mothers
universally pray
long life best
wishes come
their way ..
i too thank you
for begging for me
a sacrifice larger
than life by the way
may you never have
to beg when i grow
up ...i hope
god hears
my prayer ,.
of all beggar
children
everywhere

Waiting For God When He Enters The Mosque

Waiting For God When He Enters The Mosque, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

god
at your
doorsteps
i wait
for your
return
i know
you are
the only
one
my plea
wont shun
your will
be done
not just
for me
but for
everyone
for todays
meals
thanks
a ton

Marziya Shakir Shoots Them With A Camera .. And The Same Scene Nerjis Shoots Without a Camera

Marziya Shakir Shoots Them With A Camera .. And The Same Scene Nerjis Shoots Without a Camera, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

This was shot by Marziya Shakir 5 Year old .. the Muslim Beggar lady and her child who comes here on Fridays ..and this was shot last year before the advent of Ramzan..

Will their life change this year .. no it wont it is a cosmic cycle of pain.. it continues forever .

Pani Re Pani Tera Rang Kaisa - Khoon Jaisa

Pani Re Pani Tera Rang Kaisa - Khoon Jaisa, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
is pani ke liye
waqt ne kya
kya zulm uthaya
janamaz se
nazar ata hai
woh saya
jin jin ne
khoon deke
islam bachaya
apna sab kuch
luta ke insaniyat
ko haivaniyat
se bachaya ,,,
rasool ke nawase
koie bhool na paya

Mama I Had A Dream

Mama I Had A Dream, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
away
from the
beggarly
mumbai
streets
miserly coins
nothing to eat
mama i had a
dream.. we
have moved
back to our
village green
fields river
stream..
mama i had
a dream ..
you need
not beg no
more fathers
screams
i with a cap
on my head
reciting koran
sharif a light
kissing my
forehead
bismillah
arhmanirahim

Luckily Uttar Pradesh Netas Dont Have To Carry Heavy Loads In Mumbai

Why Is He Taking Our Picture Sis ?

Why Is He Taking Our Picture Sis ?, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
robbing
our souls
to make it
captive
does this weirdly
dressed man
have a problem
that we beg to live
does he not know
that we were born
beggars our parents
god will forgive ..
their pain real
massive ..retired
hurt from the
battlefield of
beggary
no more active
talking to himself
a glance furtive
in another world
a dreamer his sister
looked pensive
pictures heal
cosmically
persuasive

I Shoot Dreams Or It Seems ...

The People Of The Street ..

From Birth To School To Marriage The Indian Girl Child Lives Captive To Her Cosmic Fate

Grandpa..How Many Times I Have Told You Not To Smoke

Grandpa..How Many Times I Have Told You Not To Smoke, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
last
year
during
ramzan
you suffered
a stroke
the neighbors
hospitalized
you as we
were totally
broke ..
you were
cared by
kind townsfolk
you say
you are
made of oak
what will
happen to me
if one day
on the roads
you choke
mama wants
to marry me
off to some
old crotchety
kinsfolk
grandpa
dont leave me
to beg alone
allah i invoke
to give you
a long life
grandpa
please
dont
smoke

The Beggar With Contorted Legs ..Comforted By His Fate He Begs

The Beggar With Contorted Legs ..Comforted By His Fate He Begs, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
his legs
withered
branches
of a tree
growing
by a brook
with contorted
hooks ..
what he is
dont judge
the cover
by the book
dont be
deceived
life is not
a facebook
he is a beggar
from murshidabad
comes to ajmer
dhai djinn ka
jhopda his cozy nook
but this year he did
not turn up ,,his
lifeline unhooked
i missed him
a lot ... the
branches
nearby shook

Driven By Drugs ...

When You Become Useless And Old

When You Become Useless And Old, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
your contribution
to your childrens
welfare growing up
forgotten..you are
thrown on the streets
or go to an old home
you are told ..
left out in the cold
their education
higher studies
that you had
bank rolled
now on your
own wealth
property
business
you have
'completely
lost control
shriveled
aging flesh
sordid soul
mortgaged
future
by kith kin
of your
household

Let The Hindus Build A Ram Temple Let The Muslims Build a Mosque

Let The Hindus Build A Ram Temple Let The Muslims Build a Mosque, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
but first
for those
who died
in the riots
both hindus
muslims
indians all
left behind
their loved
ones most
of all build
a mausoleum
of humanity
let all come
pay their
respects
so we are
not divided
again when
the next
masjid falls

loot rampage
rape pillage
free for all

nero watched
the tv from his
royal room
helpless
eunuch like
he could do
nothing at all

let not
the innocent
be crushed
under its weight
when another
giant tree falls

The Rich And The Poor Are Divided By A Wall

The Rich And The Poor Are Divided By A Wall, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

money
wealth
grandeur
stature
makes
it grow tall
divided they
will remain
as this wall
will never fall
the rich the poor
the big and small
only when natures
lashes her fury
than in death
become equal
all in all ..nor more
tiny no more tall
lying face upwards
hit by the squall

Ramzan Is Hope For The Muslim Beggar

Ramzan Is Hope For The Muslim Beggar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
a month
of piety
a month
of devotion
charity
highest
emotion
an extra
portion
her inert
life back
in motion
she asked
for a drop
the almighty
gives her
an ocean

The Muslim Beggar On The WheelChair ...Reminisces

The Muslim Beggar On The WheelChair ...Reminisces, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

if only
my parents
were educated
even if they
were not rich
i would not
be lying
helpless
at the mercy
of others
in this ditch
i could have
been a tailor
clothes i could
have stitched
or shaving beards
barbers itch
fate oh cruel
fate there was
a hitch..

i seek hope
peace i seek
a niche ..

educated
like these kids
my like could
have been
enriched

The Barbers Of Bandra Reclamation And The End Of The Money Order

The Barbers Of Bandra Reclamation And The End Of The Money Order, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

leaving
the greenery
the fields
backhome
in uttar
pradesh
to mumbai
they came
a scissor
in hand
a razor
barbers
they
became
earning
their daily
bread was
more important
than earning fame
living 6 or 7
in a tiny kholi
poetry of life
a cosmic game
sending a money
order home from
bandra post office
they could not
sign their name
called hajams
angutha chap
it was all the same
with the death of
the money order
an era ..comes
to an end ..
they exclaim

The Open Gutter Of Life

The Open Gutter Of Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
drained
of hope
waiting
for the
last
final
ultimate
call

against
an intimidating
crumbing wall
held by faith
before it falls

The Street Barber

I Was Her Slave

I Was Her Slave, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
in the beginning
my sleepless
nights my dreams
my hope i gave
poetry of life every
part of her being
i craved ..her
silence her muted
memories on the
notebook of my
thinking mind i
copied i saved
but one stormy
night ill fated
heavy rainfall
she left me
my kingdom like
a pack of cards
caved ..i went mad
i cut my wrist
i raved .. her
name my misfortune
on my soul engraved
to lost illusions
still enslaved

Mama Promise Me One Day You Will Send Me To School

Mama Promise Me One Day You Will Send Me To School, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
mother
we beggars
too can dream
a school uniform
a water bottle
a school bag
me playing
for the cricket
team..bouts
of loneliness
depleted
day dreams
mama please
tell me why
as muslim beggars
why do they say
we are not part
of the mainstream
why does this pathetic
difference as thought
opinion become
extreme as muslims
why did not god
give us a muslim
bloodstream

bismillah arahmanirahim
we are mere particles
of what he deems
he saves he redeems

I Was Mouse Trapped In Poetic Flight

I Was Mouse Trapped In Poetic Flight, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

it was
not love at
first sight
i was black
she was white
she was only
besotted by
what i write
bullshit
as fucked
poems
alright
she was
a budding
photographer
fascinated
by spectral
street plight
she wanted
to be an artist
paint with light
we met on the
internet first
facebook
than flickr
twitter
pinterest
to mention
a few websites
she wanted me
to come settle
in america
despite
me being
married '
kids grandkids
this was love
the other side
of midnight
but it did not
work we parted
she was a
red indian
i was a
shiite

My Life

My Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

is as fucked
as my dreams
sometimes
i hide my
rotten face
from fucked
street
photographers
who steal
my putrid
soul post
it on their
photostreams
two mad guys
beggar poet
furious physician
a fucked team
lock them
both in
a madhouse
he screams
he is as mad
perhaps more
than the two
of them
it seems