Neither Man Nor Woman Asleep

Neither Man Nor Woman Asleep
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1

neither man nor woman
lustreless transgendered sleep
within a framework
of concretised claustrophobia
androgynously amorphous
neck deep ..
lying on a loveless roadside heap
as the lengthning shadows
on his anonymous ass creep
when he wakes up
man or woman or either
eunuched tears
uncrystalized to weep
a foetus unaborted
from a whorish mothers womb did leap
father a truck driver
she who was his keep
living life was expensive
but making babies was cheap
dysfunctional genitalia
given in the arms of the hijdas
this little bo peep
scarred discarded
municipal roads to sweep
the body the soul
engendered upkeep



This was a picture that I shot just before Otters Club.. I had carried my camera , stopped the rick shot a few frames flipped this horizontal...the rest were unfocussed because of my injured hand.

Man Without Balls

Man Without Balls
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1

As a child he played
with his sisters dolls
school days all those
hijda cat calls
yes testicular fortitude
eunuched tears
like soiled rainfalls
the irony the agony
of a man without balls
rectal reminicences
from the cradle to the grave
he crawls ..
dancing trinkets
ghungroo feet
bacchu ki wadi
infested mujra
dancing halls
once i was born an adonis
silently he recalls
oh to be a hijda
prostituted pitfalls

This is inspired poetry of hijda sadness..I am not much of a group man...

This is dedicated to a one man group of the same name on flickr.

Tansgendered Tragedy

Tansgendered Tragedy
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1

She dances
the mujra dance
to set her
tansgendered
soul free
from a man
she becomes
a woman
her defiance
her bravery

Reminiscences of Romance

Banner of Brotherhood and Peace

Why Main Stream Media Hates Us Photo Bloggers."?

Main stream media hates all bloggers per se
This is envious Hate that goes into deliriums seeing news sodomized by newbie wannabe bloggers.
Guys who know nothing about the perseverance that went into becoming a journalist, those stringer days, those cub reporter days, those chilly nights outside Bhabha Hospital during the Mumbai Train serial blasts , that was a tough one , a few decapitated heads in a corner, a few limbs resting still searching for the main body.
Than comes the Blogger , Photo Blogger , shoots the train of events in one single night, from Bandra station to Mahim station, from Mahim station to Matunga, all on barefoot, blonde hair , heckled by the cops, shooting weeping tears in the viewfinder.
The Terrorists destroyed metal concrete but not the iron in the Soul of Man. Yes this photo blogger shot the blast, came home at 3 am, washed rushed to Bhabha Hospital people wide awake, hovering over the list of injured dead hung like a dooms board.
The local MP requested me not to shoot pictures of the patients in the emergency ward, but I took a shot or two.. From Bhabha Hospital, with all the media vans outside the venue I rushed to my shop 4 am, downloaded the pictures, started posting them at Buzznet, Bloggerspot..
No going down under the legs of a sucked photo editor who knows nothing not even the distance from his elbow to his ***hole.
I was tired, but did not give up..
I am lucky I am not a journalist, a pen pusher; perhaps I Talk editor just might delete this post so I shall post it at Word Press too.
.Today’s journalist is arrogant, soulless, sensationalizing shadows that don’t exist.
He thinks he is Gods answer to a Quiz. I write about Indian Newspapers and fatuous Indian news journalists.
I mean each Sunday the Times of India writes the Bloggers obituary in oxymoron Hate.
But the Photo blogger will not die that easily.
Yes we are awful at our spellings, our grammar falling apart, bloopers galore, some call us failed writers, in my case the writing and poetry started 20 months back falling in love with American women on the Internet, well you learn to Eye Talk..You need no grammar, you need silence of a Photo Blog..
Yes our photos are part of a holistic healing, I know one thing my Dad told me if you have content for a thirsty man he will come to you to quench his thirst, it applies to pictures , your stories too.
Writing crap , will get you a reader once but cant fool them all the time. I am not saying this in defense of all Bloggers, I talk for my kind of breed of photo bloggers
We have a Blogger God he is Brandon Stoneo of Photo Blogs Org..
We pay allegiance to him as he pays our allegiance to truth.
Its time jealously jeopardized jalopy riding journalists hitch a hike to reach where ever they are going instead of shadow boxing with us bloggers and using us a punching bags for their frustrations..
Blogger Rubbished Ha Ha

A Cartoon of Pain

a poem of a comment i posted at I talk news

thank you macieklew,

life is the dark side of the moon

people caricature pain

as a cartoon

i wonder whether after life

is a boon

some are born

without shoes

some without feet

some with mouths

holding golden spoons

the world terrorised

at the mercy of political goons

firoze shakir