Firoze Shakir Poet - Frozen Time

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Sometimes I Hate Shooting This

Sometimes I Hate Shooting This, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

no not to
titillate
your guilty
conscience
a thought
you can
conveniently
dismiss
street reality
even god
wont change
so does it matter
even if you
take it amiss
being born
as a woman
was an
incomplete
bliss
woman
a reservoir of
pain as is where is

Why Does My Camera See What Your Eyes Dont See

Why Does My Camera See What Your Eyes Dont See, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

because
you have no time
you are so busy seeing
beautiful things
littering your path
my path is narrow crooked
cobbled poetically
raw and unrefined
i see
the ancestral pain
of womanhood
as it falls
on my cameras
viewfinder
freezing my emotions
till i hit the trigger
capturing a dream
that has gone sour
a dry wilting scar

please read this as reality as I was not attempting poetry anyway..

The End Of The Road

The End Of The Road, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the road of pain
no beginning no end
muslim beggar woman
her pain
her childrens pain
she must tend
a few alms
will not change
her future
her doomed
destiny
she must fend
we build
grand mosques
great madarsas
house of bricks
we are contend
while we have no
time or the inclination
broken houses
or broken souls mend
the malaise
of sanctimonious
male dominated
Muslim society
slaughtering
expensive goats
dumbas
money spend
the slaughtered soul
of her doomed
misfortune
no time to attend
a helping hand
we wont extend
jihad for a better life
for the Muslim woman
education we suspend
a woman's reservation bill
is all that matters
for political machinations
for political convenience
why do the netas pretend
while the muslim poor woman
waits at the end of the tunnel
back bend her faith her
only best friend from
the hand that rocked
the cradle into
the cavernous hole
of her grave
she will blend

Rehabilitation is something that is Missing from the Life of a Poor Muslim Beggar Woman

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I Hate Sunsets

I Hate Sunsets, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

kuch tasvir e buka
kuch hasinon ke khatut
bad marne ke
mere ghar se yeh
saman nikla

My mother normally quoted these words seeing me writing and collecting letters and parphernalis from my various girlfriends in the good old days before my bachelorhood hood came to a halt after marriage.

As I worked in a five star hotel environment girl friends did change , and my mom now dead often wondered if I would marry or anyone would marry me than , my salary was Rs 750.. my only asset was my collection of classics ..poetry books etc.. my favorites were photographer like authors who pphotographed their novels on the human soul Balzac Dickens and Dostoevsky and an author called George Gissing who wrote New Grub Street.

I also liked Wilde and Somerset Maugham.

I read a lort of books but I was in love with French and Russian literature .. dont ask me why..I dont read books anymore

And I am happy I have come to terms with myself and the picture I am posting is part of my boredom series I shot it reluctantly against the desire of my poetic soul yes you guessed right I hate sunsets ..a picture of a sunset makes me puke violently

In Search of the Bullock Cart Race

In Search of the Bullock Cart Race, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the bullocks
have gone
disappeared
without trace
a blogger
a futile bullock
cart chase
from alibaug
to murud janjira
nandgaon
could not find
bullocks
or bullock carts
nor race
hidden from
the face
of the earth
someplace
no marathi
parampara
no tradition
all
replaced
a court order
in place
justice triumphs
in this case