Showing posts from September 25, 2016

Om Namo Narayan

Sukh Shanti Sab Se bada Dhan
For peace hope humanity the poetry of my soul yearns the flame perched precariously on the candle burns ..what I lost perhaps may not return memories of her love spent out ashes in an urn every disillusioning turn ..
Caught in a vice between my dead father and the burnt out dreams of my son..
I move but I cannot run ..

The GSB Seva Mandal King Circle ..Ganesh Visarjan


Memories of Advocate Ashish Shelars Ganpati pandal


Lost Memories Bandra Shot By Firoze Shakir


The Beggar Hijras


Yes I have something to say ..

Fate controls our lives our moments our destiny .
From the second day that Marziya my first granddaughter was born I bent down on my knees beneath her cradle and thanked God for this generous gift of life love and truth .
And by the time Marziya was born 9 years back from this day I had given up boozing I was absolutely clean in mind heart and soul when I took my grandchild in my arms and when I put her back in the cradle she gave me a godly smile .
So the first thing Marziya saw on 25 Nov was my face and Shiva's third eye holding sway in my camera .
She was born with the umbilical cord choking her neck on ,24 November ..and I was at my studio on 29 Road Bandra I had not seen my first granddaughter I was crying and here you won't believe what I am about to say even as a Muslim ..a few Naga Sadhus walked in as they loved coming to my shop for my blessings before leaving for a pilgrimage ..these ones mystics seers were going to Ganga Sagar.
I had told them nothing my face was w…

Bandra Blues Street Photography by Firoze Shakir


God is an umbrella above a Muslim beggars head

Hope won't turn hunger into bread
Being a Muslim beggar
an untouchable
Half living half dead .
His dying soul made of lead .
To despair remorse he was wed
A few coins as gratification in
His beggars bowl his cosmic fate
Fled ..once he is dead and gone
On his unmarked grave a patch of a green bed
 ...grass weeping in the winds
He was a a devout man tears they will
Shed ...
So beware beneath your feet lies dreams
Unfulfilled when hastily you tread ..
A Muslim cemetery invokes you recite a
Fatiah for those ..lying inert stone dead
Poeticizing a street moment that
attracted and repelled ....
words that sought comfort in synchronicity as
They cosmically rebelled ..