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Why The Fuck Should I Go To Worli Seaface If I Can Shoot The Rains In My Backyard

Why The Fuck Should I Go To Worli Seaface If I Can Shoot The Rains In My Backyard, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
shoot kids
jumping cavorting
as the waves hits
their face at
worli seaface
their wet sticky
bodies minds
out of space
drunken dilemma
a monsoonal phase
i shoot subtlety
i shoot simplicity
i shoot grace
i shoot old
dying bandra
tears rolling
down the walls
sadness embrace
pain on the surface
the ageless gaothans
the east indians
or the new migrants
usurped heritage
fuck who do
i praise

Nobody Whether Rich Poor Or Middle Class Can Say He Is Happy In Mumbai

Nobody Whether Rich Poor Or Middle Class Can Say He Is Happy In Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

earlier
people
were happy
taken care of
things have changed
now the system
of corruption says
please fuck off
for every facility
you pay a bribe
before you tick off
the police look
the other way ..
from the people
their sufferings
miseries totally
cutoff .. after
taking our
votes getting
the chair
ministerji
has completely
forgotten us
political rip off
democracy
demystified
the only
protection
is for those
well off
the rest
of the janta
just write off

Nimbu Mirchi Totka Is A Cottage Industry Of The Mumbai Poor

Nimbu Mirchi Totka Is A Cottage Industry Of The Mumbai Poor, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Alakshmi - The Goddess of Poverty And Poor 
She prefers bitter and base things and she is offered lime and chilies to keep her from entering business premises offices and shops 

So at Kalbadevi Zaveri Bazar areas you will find this totka in heavy demand and at Bandra Hill road a family makes them and it is distributed at traffic signals for cabs , rickshas and private vehicles..


I dont know what effect the Superstition bill will have on them.. they are fulfilling a traditional ancient demand , I am sure even political offices of netas have this totka,, only godmen dont need totkas.. 

We Are Indians - A Thought That Cant Be Watered Down

We Are Indians - A Thought That Cant Be Watered Down, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
we need
water
for natures
call ,..we
waste water
leaving the tap
open in the sink
we need water
to cook
we need water
to bathe to drink
if not our bodies
our surroundings
stink..booze
like thirsty fishes
we over drink
our rupee
drowning
i think
our soul
to the devil
of a dollar
we link
luckily
we have
mr raghuram
rajan aka
ranbir kapoor
of banking
to save us from
the brink..
we form
a government
when our finger
is shoved into
indelible ink..

Gandu Tu Bhi Ek Din Meri Tarah Bhik Mange Ga ..

Gandu Tu Bhi Ek Din Meri Tarah Bhik Mange Ga .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
nahi bawa
teri tarah
bhik mangna
nahi padega
teri tarah raste
par nahi sadega

shyana bankar
peda khata hoon
baki doston ko
bhi khilata hoon
bhoja uthata hoon
hijdon ke hotel
tak pahunchata hoon
khub paisa kamata hoon
rubab se din bitata hoon


The street urchins of Ajmer are a unique blend of survival they come from far off villages of UP , most of them work at tea stalls , but the smarter ones hang around Moti Katla where the hijras stay , most of them are masseurs , most of them do odd jobs for the hijras ,and they get best of food and comfort ,, sleeping in the courtyards ,many are adopted by the hijras and become their companions and toy boys at an early age ..
I have shot a lot of these boys those without direction work as pick pocketeers , petty thieves , and most of them start smoking doping .. and this vagrant ones sit with the bawas do their jobs .. errands etc..

Life is very harsh b…

Chalti Ka Nam Gadi...

Chalti Ka Nam Gadi...

Uncle Mothers Says Our Streets Are Not Safe

Uncle Mothers Says Our Streets Are Not Safe, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
the streets
are cemeteries
of living graves
life made them
cowards once
they were brave
succumbed
to dangerous
winds and waves
this illusory world
made of masters
slaves ..the former
debauched depraved
blows the latter
tries to stave

Bandra Back Lanes Nostalgia And The Rains

Bandra Back Lanes Nostalgia And The Rains, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
the sweet smell
of the earth its
sweet fragrance
pitter patter
moistened
memories
glimpsed
through
a wet lens
going to
school
coming
back
made no
sense
playing
football
dirty
muddied
clothes
that mother
had to
cleanse
water
running
down
hallway
father
very
tense
hope
caught
in soulful
suspense

किसको सुनाऊं हाल दिल-ऐ-बेकरार का बुझता हुआ चराग हूँ अपने मज़ार का

किसको सुनाऊं हाल दिल-ऐ-बेकरार का बुझता हुआ चराग हूँ अपने मज़ार का, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. ऐ काश भूल जाऊं मगर भूलता नहीं
किस धूम से उठा था जनाज़ा बहार का
ये दुनिया ये महफिल..

heer ranjha
kaifi azmi

The Street Is An Open Textbook

The Street Is An Open Textbook, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
with more
interesting people
around you if you
look..more fraudulent
fictitious people than
those keyboard clicking
mobile phone ticking
on facebook..more
2 rupee people more
holier than thou found
on a twitter nook..
the street has a lot
of good people too
besides as many crooks
wisdom sagacity street
savviness street sense
if you once drink from
this heavenly brook
as a street photographer
i shot just a part made it
whole ..a poem you
mistook.. the bawa of claire
road byculla and the beggar
poet of bandra ..dreamers
of a gods street sketch book

Renie

Renie, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
renie
if you ever
tie the knot
if you ever
in a nuptial
net get caught
remember it
is not your
fault but
her cosmic
plot .. you
are an
incorrigible
eligible
bachelor
rich and hot
you could
try me for
your wedding
wardrobe why
not ..enter
access the
exclusive club
of married men
who rot before
you sign the dot
remember whatever
you decide it is
one life you got
i can see a
a new indibaby
wailing in the cot
wearing a indi tshirt
that says son of
a very big shot

this is a 6 am poem
known as utara
the first drink of
the morning i
jot.. should i
blog or not blog
it.. my warped
mind foxtrots

beggar poet
once a beggar always a beggar

Renie

renie
if you ever
tie the knot
if you ever
in a nuptial
net get caught
remember it
is not your
fault but
her cosmic
plot .. you
are an
incorrigible
eligible
bachelor
rich and hot
you could
try me for
your wedding
wardrobe why
not ..enter
access the
exclusive club
of married men
who rot before
you sign the dot
remember whatever
you decide it is
one life you got
i can see a
a new indibaby
wailing in the cot
wearing a indi tshirt
that says son of
a very big shot

this is a 6 am poem
known as utara
the first drink of
the morning i
jot.. should i
blog or not blog
it.. my warped
mind foxtrots

beggar poet
once a beggar always a beggar

Now You Know Why My Hijras Dont Want To Be Seen In Public..

Now You Know Why My Hijras Dont Want To Be Seen In Public.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
20000
hijra
images
i shot
i saw
them
stolen
misused
by harlots
so i removed
them from public
domain as an
afterthought
my pictures
did not come
easy and are
not just snapshots
to be trivialized
dehumanized
by fucked
stinkpots
so in my minds
domain for them
i created a
new camelot
no hijra pictures
you will ever see
save this one
that i shot
yes i am taking
a potshot
my pictures
i boycott

After Serving Sentence Will He Come Out Better Or For Worse ,,,And If You Hang Him Will His Crime Reverse

Oh Akhilesh I Am Happy To Be Out Of Uttar Pradesh

Mr Raghuram Rajan Dont Forget The Poor ,.. More Than The Rich He Has To Endure ..Prevention Worse Than The Cure

javaaniyaan ye mast mast bin piye jalaati chal rahi hai raah me diye na jaane iname kisake vaaste hun mai

Shut The Fuck Up

Shut The Fuck Up, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
you wont
die.. i will
much before
your time
be gone
from here
no words
no rhyme
covered
in slime
do think
of me
sometime
i was your
hope your
path in
my prime
memories
lost illusions
one night stand
the last time

God Gives Me Pictures On A Platter

God Gives Me Pictures On A Platter, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. this is the
story of
mans
fall
once
he was
tall
now
a speck
tiny small
outside
a mahim
stall ...
crumbling
hope
a trembling
wall
once he
loved her
now she
moves away
from him
once and for
all..memories
deleted dreams
he recalls
silhouette
of silence
dark gloomy
deathly pall

Bandra Was Let Down By Those We Elected To Power ,,, Grapes Gone Sour

Elections Is Party Time

Calling This Slum Nargis Dutt Nagar Is A Insult To The Memory Of Mother India

The Muslim Beggar Got A Raw Deal From God

तू मिला है तो ये एहसास हुआ है मुझको ये मेरी उम्र मोहब्बत के लिए थोड़ी है

तू मिला है तो ये एहसास हुआ है मुझको ये मेरी उम्र मोहब्बत के लिए थोड़ी है, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. एक ज़रा सा ग़म-इ-दौरान का भी हक है जिस पर
मैंने वो सांस भी तेरे लिए रख छोड़ी है
तुझ पे हो जाऊँगा कुर्बान तुझे चाहूँगा
मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूँगा

Mr Mukesh Tiwari

Mr Mukesh Tiwari, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Mr Mukesh Tiwaris look in China Gate was fleshed by me sartorially , on a brief given by Mr Raj Kumar Santoshi , the brief was very simple ,, dont go on Mukeshjis looks or size he should be made larger than life he is an explosive actor,, he will take care of his character mannerisms histrionics etc.. China Gate was a challenging film with challenging characters and Mukesh Tiwari swept them away with his mind blowing performance ,,

Wikipedia
Mukesh Tiwari is an Indian actor who has appeared in Hindi, Tamil and Telugu language films as a character role. He belongs to Sagar, Madhya Pradesh. His first appearance was as bandit "Jagira" in China Gate in 1998. Since then he has acted in several Ajay Devgan films: police officer in Gangaajal, jailor in The Legend of Bhagat Singh, Apaharan (as the SP of Salampur), Golmaal, Golmaal Returns, Golmaal 3 (as Vasooli), in All the Best: Fun Begins (as Chautala), LOC Kargil…