Monday, November 11, 2013

MY MOTHER


my mother
shamim shakir
was known as
begum ..from
pata nala
lucknow
married my
dad mohomed
shakir
lakhnavi
fair and
handsome
her children
firoze najma
shakil farzana
rehana zahir
firdaus who
was the last
drop of my
dad to come
united seven
a thought
that makes
me numb
me naive
totally dumb
after the death
of my parents
who lived at
3 mohini mansions
strand cinema
colaba .. we lost
our bearings
our foresight
lost illusions
lost hope
lost kingdom
a joint grave
of their
togetherness
at rehmatabad
shia cemetery
mazgaon
memories
nibbled
crumbs

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Why Do You Add Me On Facebook ,,,

after adding me
without reading
my profile my
inner angst
you overlook
you want me
to be like you
a shia..with
your outlook
or others
who hate me
cutting my
head you
report abuse
on my moharam
pictures ..by your
bigotry narrow minds
i am booked ..i dont
shoot porn i dont
hurt your religiosity
your rituals .i consider
it part of my cultural
inheritance ..to shoot
all this a task not
for money fame
or for selling pictures
i voluntarily
passionately
undertook
so my appeal
request if you
have problems
please unfriend
unhook.. go drink
from some compatible
brook.. you in your
corner me in my nook

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Tom And Jerry And Nerjis Asif Shakir 2 Year Old

We have two Flowerhorns Tom And Jerry ,,,I have been running from pillar to post , for my Moharam Delhi trip ticket etc, and I tend to forget a lot of things like leaving the Humpy Head flowerhorn fish food tin near the bed, when I came from work the entire contents of the tin were floating in the aquarium that is home for Tom And Jerry,,,

Marziya said she had not done it Zinnia was asleep, I asked Nerjis 2 year old ,,and she had a smile on her face .. innocence that said Tom and Jerry were very hungry... now I have kept all the fish food away from the kids ,,,

So life is learning ,,, the fishes are well I immediately changed the water etc,, and my grand kids dressed in black go with the parents to majlis ,, though Nerjis is the only one ,, that keeps pestering me Dada Kama lagana Hai.. she wants to do the matam ..that I do .. cutting my head..
Nerjis wont do it, but this is her fervor and she calls herself a Malang..

Today I will come to know whether I will actually go to Delhi or not .. or last minute to get away from Mumbai I will go to Pune for Ashura.. its in the hands ..of Bibi Fatima I leave all decisions to her ..

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Ma

Ma by firoze shakir photographerno1
Ma, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

agar bhagwan
asman main hai
toh hamari
dekh bal kaun
karta hai
khamosh
kyon ho gayi
ma batao ne
samjhao na
chodo munne
ko dudh pila diya
mujhe khana
khilao na ,,
raja rani
ki kahani
sunakar
hasao na
bapu toh
gutter main
daru pikar
so rahe honge
ma jakar unhe
uthao na..
ma kya soch rahi
ho jaldi se
mujhe batao na
dar lagta hai
ma train ki
patriyon
par dubara
mat sulao na

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I Am A Street Photographer ..A Cosmic Accident Of Fate

i shoot
death
eating
away
the entrails
of life .. i shoot
his begging
children his
begging wife
his fight
his struggle
his strife
he is suicidal
but he wont
die hurting
death with
his own knife

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I Shoot The Fucked State of Humanity Away From a Facebook Wall

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Would All This Be Possible Had I Not Picked Up The Cosmic Camera Of Introspection

challenging
my inner angst
a thought
becomes
my anger
before i
turn in
uncontrolled
indiscipline
convulsive
chaos
deep down
my wrinkled
skin..those
late night
binges
the nights
of sin
cavorting
with the
mistress
of the devil
on a spin
a losing
battle
i tried to
win.. xxx rum
sometimes
vodka neat
sometimes
gin..the throat
was parched
soaked in
silence
therein
till i surrendered
my self my ego
became a
teetotaler
a malang
a mystic
from within
gave up
the rotten
cravings
for her
ghostly
alabaster
skin ..
her hollow
eyes her
dimpled
chin

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