Mother

Mother, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the muslim
woman
back bent
her life
sincerely
in prayers
good deeds
she has spent
educated
her children
got them married
seen them settle down
their future she did
augment today
she is on her own
her own future
she does not lament
that they are happy
she is content
Mother a word
only god could invent
Motherhood
gods own
fragrance and scent
Mother
the only human being
a godliness
she represents

The Drunken Soul of Man

The Drunken Soul of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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a piece of shit on the mound
of despair he will lie there
in his drunken glory
fuck if her cares
moments of his life's drama
with all of you he shares
people pass by
kicking his ass
their own insensitivity bare
their own life is as fucked
as his they swear
only they are too ashamed
to tell you to be fair
a circle stuck in a square
it takes two hands to clap
to hands to repair
a broken fence of life
where fate has been unfair
man his birth his death
in the jaws of uncertainty
in a devils lair
fucked left right center
lifes living nightmare


dedicated
to june ruth

The Slum Kids of Bandra

The Slum Kids of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

This was shot before the rains set in , and it has rained considerably last evening , going through this slum in Bandra would be utterly impossible.

Last night both of us my wife and I were drenched to the bone, we just managed to get a rickshah home from my work place.


My Ajmer trip is now receding away from my dreams, it looks impossible..but than we dont always get to shoot what we really want to shoot.

My life is downhill for the moment and it has been this way for quite some time.

My net is dead since last night and my son Asifs net is dead since 5 days , this is MTNL Triband at its very best, but they have been helpful on most occasions when the net services failed.


I shot the beggar hijras yesterday in the afternoon , the same lot that accosts me every time, they fell at my feet and asked for my blessings.

They respect me a lot and amazingly the first time I met them was near Naievedya AbhiAsh's house at Carter Road.

They had gone to wish the happy couple after the marriage and get some baksheesh, but the security had driven them away and I shot them instead.


So this morning I am sitting on my younger sons comp for a change..


We have guests at our house my mother in law my wife's sister and her kids.

Marziya has good company for a change and bunked school yesterday.

The only place besides home that she loves a lot is her playschool.

Life is a Garbage Bin

Life is a Garbage Bin, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

life is a garbage bin
from the womb
into the pyre
burnt forever
from outside
from within
burnt soul
burnt foreskin
life a game
you cannot win
once they let you in
crushing you balls
with a rolling pin
brainwashing
you from asshole
to eternity
with the original sin
only death
watches you
a hunter with a grin
your grave
your next
heavenly trash bin

The Drunken Soul of Man

The Drunken Soul of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the child father of man
watches the fall of
humanity
from the toad stool
into the trash can
a karmic katastrophe
unaligned
to a cosmic plan

The Drunken Soul of Man

The Drunken Soul of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

amma why is he sleeping like this
does he not have a home that is his
why has he fallen into the depths
of an abyss our feet his fate kiss
amma i thing something is amiss


the drunken soul of man
wet in his piss good times gone
only pain to reminisce
karmic chaos persists
as i shoot people passing him by
life as it is comatose consciousness
of society has done this
they wont let him die nor allow
him to exist the story
of mans fall from grace
unscripted sorrow with a twist
he could take a shorter route
emotionalize his pain
cut his wrist
disappear into the mist

The Drunken Soul of Man

The Drunken Soul of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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mans sudden fall from grace
his memories time seamlessly
will erase everything forgotten
even his rotten face
when his destiny from
his soulless existence
will part ways as he lies
on the floor disgraced
dreams women he
once chased
by each one
he was betrayed
as they kiss him
with their feet
moving away in haste
everything he possessed
he lost in a game of chance
his life a total waste
only a drop of poison
that he yearns to taste
the drunk soul of man
on a browser of experience
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