groaning moaning
grapes are sour she said
than going down between his legs
she gave him head
almost biting
of his warhead
her hopes crumpled
on his bed
he lay looking at the dark
hole in the ceiling
pretending he was dead
all this in the neighbors
cow shed
seeing this passion play
of kindred emotions
the cow and the bull
had both fled
the bull horny as hell as
the cow was bleeding red
stepping on gas
charging all ahead
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The Transvestites Tale Part 2
She Beckons Me Once Again
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she once caused me a lot of pain
although
i have deleted her
from my fucked consciousness
she beckons me once again
our relationship
that time had strained
for she had left me fallen
in love with a dick brained
she kicked him out
she explained a piston
before it could start work
got prematurely drained
dysfunctional untrained
bulbous fat thick veined
her soul seminally stained
so she complained red eyes
tear stained
a cosmic poet fucked
by the poetry of life
birdbrained blow after blow
on his soul she rained
Life is a Long Walk That Never Ends
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between one world and another world
your life in motionless suspension
your angst your tension
honorary mention seeking
your destiny's attention
necessity is the mother
of all invention a game of love
with good intention
to dinshah sanjana
my childhood friend
The Grand Daughters Pledge
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she may
or may not
be a photographer
a bet i
wont hedge
but she shoots
equally well
with her
camera eyes
a grand daughters
pledge
walking
the streets
of despair
on a razors edge
hidden emotions
angst
of poor muslim
beggar women
she can dredge
The Slum Kids Future In Her Eyes
what was she trying
to read through
my camera eye
she shot my soul
as it uttered a sigh
wingless flapping
side to side
a soul
that could not fly
peace i could borrow
but happiness
i could not buy
into the inner depth
of my angst
my anguish
my fear my despair
she did pry
the stitched
silence of my lips
was my only reply
as a trembling tear
fell from my eye
my body mortgaged
would be free once i die
This is the only Time I saw my Death in a Child's Eye
What Does The Future Say !
snakes and ladders
they play in the slums
every day sometimes
they are on top
sometimes below
passing their time away
they dont know
what they will be
when they grow up
but yes they will be
a part of the formidable
future of my country one day
a politician a policeman
an army-man a lawyer
a teacher an actor they say
but alas they dont want to be
a street photographer
in the long run it does not pay
for once they were right all the way
i smiled head bowed sadly walked away
to rajiv soni
my dear friend from delhi
The Jain Sadhvi
I am fascinated with the life the self sacrifice of the life of the Jain Sadhvi or the Jain Nun , and so I shoot them to you their spiritual fulfillment through austerity ..
They have come to terms with life they have renounced on to take up another threshold of a life under the auspices of the teachings of Lord Mahaveera.
Through these pictures shot on the street I show you a quest and a poetry of life..
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
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If you travel second class and if you are a photographer like me who documents beggars than you will find a lot of beggars on the train...