I am a Street Poet

I feel the winds as they blow 
the golden sunset glow 
like a little paper boat 
into the waters of an ocean 
I flow 
my destiny 
not yet ready to kiss 
dollar littered
 American shores 
I am happy shooting 
hijra beggars
eunuch kids 
 hijra whores 
my karma 
my dharma 
my bare feet 
my diabetic sores 
my camera like vision 
to a deaf and dumb god 
above implores 
when it rains it really pours 
man two legged animal 
crawling on all fours 
open windows of my mind 
my future stares at me 
a shut door 
a whimper held 
to this leopards roar 
a chant of my faith 
blood sweat tears and gore 

nothing less 

nothing more 

If I was not a photographer would you have known me

I am an accidental photographer
a tailor my line is custom made clothes.
A photographer a tailor both
I shoot original content only
that lazy people addicted
to What's up Facebook loathe..
My photography is only a hobby
please note.. humility is the essence
of your all round growth..
Flickr gave me prominence
Flickr added the finishing touches
Kept my mystique afloat..
I smiled the cybernetic seas
Flickr was the boat..

Photography made me human
Compassionate a street poet
a storyteller it was your love
encouragement I sought

I thank you all

this poem dedicated to a grieving
father my best oldest friend
Benn Bell aka Dog Ghost
may he overcome his irreparable
loss.. losing a son is the greatest
pain that hits you utmost..

Often to all my photographer friends
in Mumbai It is Benn Bell my good.
old American friend I boast.

Blessings
Lord God of the Hosts
Om Mani Padme Hoon
Humanity beyond caste
color creed.. to live as
humans in a democracy
isn't that why we vote.

11 Years of Flickr Pro

The only place where as a photographer I grow ..

thanks to all those friends who helped me
understand photography ..friends very dear
very close added a dimension to this street
poet slammer firoze ..to replace my alcohol
dependence with a a camera a greater addiction
I cosmically chose ..from the interiors of dark
bowels of steaming rum I rose ..leaving behind
on the sidewalk of life my earthly imaginative
morbid mawkish moribund woes ..I chose poetry
instead of hackneyed prose ..the flesh rebelled
the spirits now in deathly repose ..

my 10673 poem..upclose ..flickr made me a poet
why only god knows ..sometimes half full sometimes
half empty .. a moment within a moment overflows


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