on a stage of pretentious proportions as actors we perform cheating robbing back stabbing is our norm we live as strangers we try to change become better in this penitentiary but we cant reform .. beneath our colorful clothes we wear our prisoners uniform
The Qazilbash Sabil In Lucknow Ashura, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Ae Rabbe jahan punjtan e paak ka sadqa Iss qoum ka daman gham e shabir say bhar day. Bachoon ko aata ker Ali Asghar ka tabassum Burhoon ko Habib Ibn e Mazahir ki nazar day. Kamsin ko milay walwalaye auno Muhammad Har eik jawan ko Ali Akbar ka jigar day. Maoon ko sikha saniy e Zahra ka saliqa Behnoon ko Sakina ki dua’oon ka asar day. Maula tujhay Zainab ki asiri ki qasam hai Bay jurm asiroon ko rahai ki khabar day. Jo chadar e Zainab ki azadar hain mola Mehfooz rahein aisi khawateen kay parday. Jo deen kay kam aayein woh aulad aata ker Jo majlisay Shabir ki khatir ho woh ghar day. Muflis pay zaro lal jawahir ki ho barish Maqrooz ka har karz ada ghaib say ker day. Gham koi na day humko siwa e gham e Shabir Shabir ka gham bant raha hai to idhar dey. Aie Rab e jahan panjtan e pak ka sadqa Is kom ka daman gham e shabir say bhar day.
These are moments of pain,, a lingering pain of a Shia born in exile ,, from the bylane of his birth Pata Nala Kankar Kua..the ancestral house of my late maternal grand father Daroga Nabban Sab descendant of poet Mir Anis,,,
The Lucknow I know is on a editing table of faded memories , the walk up the hillock to my mothers house ,,,now sadly nothing remains all gone ,,,
Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam Tum rahe na tum ham rahe na ham
And these are memories revisited now stored deep in the dark caverns of my soul..
Moharam is self introspection of our lives times connected directly with Karbala ..Moharam gows on you it is a New Year for some ,, the mocking few for us it is time to mourn for the Holy Prophets favorite Grandson Imam Hussain..
"Hussain o minni wa ana minal Hussain" - Hussain is from me and I am from Hussain
This is a very heart rendig moment for the Shias of Lucknow ,, when they bid farewell to Imam Hussain.. two month eight days he was with them like a spiritual shadow ,, protecting them helping them encouraging them to be human before anything else learn to feel ,,,for others ..and this procession starts in front of my father in law Abass Qasim Qazilbashs huse Bajaza Lucknow 3.. There is a eerie silence just sobs and gasping pain , breathlessness and among the burkha clad woman perhaps there is a lady holding a little childs hand ..hearing her own pain , her eternal loss ... as words resound her heart and soul.. flowing as dry water from the parched throat of the Nohakar ,, as he sobs too Ghabraiegi Zainanb,,
Ghabraye Gi Zainab (S.A) Ghabraey Gi Zainab Bhaiya tumhain ghar ja k Kahan paey gi Zainab Ghabraey Gi Zainab
To A Dickhead In Disguise, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. the forehead holds shivas third eye an aperture that wont lie creating pictures that please divinity in the blue sky we live forever we dont die through images blogs that google search wont ever deny even as furious time goes by unmasking truth with a new device face to face with the maker sans disguise
Amma Inhe Padaieye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. inhe accha banieye inke mustakbil par char chand lagieye ..acchi sobat main dhubaiye buri sobat se bachaiye desh ki bhavna in main jagaieye acche neta inhe banaiye education success of a nation passion se sabak sikaieye inki kashti par lagieye age dal dal aur khaie hai inhe yeh sab batieye
Why Is Our Indian Police So Insensitive, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. is it because of stress political interference bad case of outsourcing without taking their mental evaluation on merit or skill only the common man is scared of the police criminal minded kids adults ready for the kill no fear of the khaki as women sprayed with acid , burnt raped ..still even minors first time criminals take law and order for granted more blood spills is it coalition compulsions or just gunning for bar dancers .. please chill even a prostitute has a right to livelihood ,,who will foot her bill change is waiting round the corner people are fed up of sweet placebos useless pills ,,, rising prices first onions now potatoes a system gone over the hill our politicians are the only happiest people voted elected back in power the poor on a hot grill ,,, something is wrong our nations ethos seriously ill aam admi ki awaz suno perhaps soundless now will reach a crescendo loud but shrill ,…