She Rains On Me

She Rains On Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Since last two days Marziya hangs around with me outdoors she is a congenial photo sensitive camera friendly child I try not to get trigger happy shooting her but I must confess I cant say the same thing when I am with her in the park , I have to shoot every frame simply because I used to bring her as tot now she has made me age under her eyes , her confidence her glow as most of the time kids are cooped up indoors due to the rains and water bound diseases that prey on kids.

I took Marziya to the park twice but yesterday was the happiest day as she made friends with an older girl and she came out into her own.

This will be next uploads at Flickr..

There are pictures Marziya shot too in this lot with my camera Nikon D 80 around her neck.

Reading books maybe a great healthy pastime watching films or watching television , I dont partake of any of the three my TV set is dead since years and I like to see it shut with no idiotic grin on its face.


The person who repairs my TV the only guy who can is in bed since a much longer time than my TV.

I dont read books as I used to before the internet wires got lodged up my you know what..

I have not gone to see a film for a longer time too.

Marziya is my book my TV and a feature film that never ends she teaches me what life had not taught me till date.


And I wont bore you with those thoughts but yes grand parenting is a second chance if you have been an alcoholic or a neglectful father like I was .

So this is Marziya as she come like a monsoonal torrential shower on the dryness of a poets parched soul.

Why poets write prose like poetry I dont understand but if you shoot poetry as photographs I think you send the message across much faster than the speed of sound.

Who Am I ?

Who Am I ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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just a speck
of dust
in a poets eye
my heaven
my hell
is
within
the karmic
circle
of poetry
a tear
a sigh
colors
of life
hung to dry
dripping
with words
as a poem
comes by
wingless
from my shanty
into your mansion
i fly
you add me
as a friend
on facebook
i say thank you
hi
till one fine day
the time comes
to tell you
good bye
i am a dreamer
my dreams
wont die
embedded
as images
through my
camera eye
on the emulsion
of your soul
what am i


inspired by LR

The Hunter And The Prey

The Hunter And The Prey, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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no she is not
vomiting
she is not ill
she is hiding
from man
the predator
her greatest enemy
who can kill her
before god will
she hides from
him silently still
through her
ancestral fear
her painful pangs
on my
fecund
imagination
she spills
a karmic circle
of evolving
emotions
whether
upwards
downhill
within
the imagery
of a poem
time stood still
man woman
a story
of a mountain
molehill
two sides of an
uneven scale
of the travesty
of life
one happy
the other
unfulfilled
before
he skinned her
as a trophy
it was her soul
he killed
her voice
now gone silent
she is over the hill
to be
what you want
to be
you need
some skill
a bitter sweet pill
this was neither
a picture
nor a poem
just the minds
aberration
a thought
instilled

An Ode To A Girl Child

An Ode To A Girl Child, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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If you have lived in India like I have if you have seen the graph of a girl child like we all have you will understand the inherent pain of womanhood where she stands now in front of locked doors with a punishing school bag a metaphor for the blows she will face when she take a few more steps forward.

Her story is unique strange and painful, at every step of her onward march of life , her story is not a hit television series , her life is stalked by fear unknown fear, and those died at Kurla Nehru Nagar will not be able to tell you what they saw what they felt the beginning and the end , heinously choked out by the lust of Man. I refer to the recent serial rapes in that area against the little girls and their gruesome murders.

Society is like Pontius Pilate it washes its hands after every horrendous episode till the episodic memory becomes a statistic of death a closed Police file.

This is my Introduction to the girl child and mind you I have two a daughter a grand daughter and two I got as default as a father in law.

i wondered
what it was
that held her
mystified
was she
enacting
a role
on a street
of life
shivering
tongue tied
the bag
crushing
her but
she held
firmly
a karmic
punishment
of her heritage
denied
her vision
towards
the horizon
glass eyed
her hands
forever tied
as she continues
her journey
arduous ride
if she is lucky
if things go well
she will be
a blooming bride
but if the lines
of fate
on her palm
are little
unaligned
than will come
another halt
beatings taunts
dowry demand
husband watching
helplessly as
they kill
her womanly
pride an indian
woman her
kismet
her nasib
she must abide
going back
to her mothers house
is next to impossible
against a cultural norm
she cant decide
than one day
lit up for
one last time
for the sins of
her misfortune
she was unduly tried
the system bon
through the entrails
of greed evil
she was finally
crucified


such were my
dark
thoughts
when
i captured
a girl child
against
locked doors
inside
outside
the balance sheet
of life
the girl child
is placed
in India
usually
on the debit side
a child making
machinery
Ishwar
will
provide
but after marriage
if she gives birth
to another
girl child
throttling the neck
is called
female infanticide

Pain Is Always Green On The Other Side of The Fence

Pain Is Always Green On The Other Side of The Fence, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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to catch it
shoot it
capture it
do
i really need
a micro
prime lens
makes no sense
a click of a mouse
who needs a pen
a poem hidden
in every sentence
this poem
dedicated
to my facebook friends
through their pain
my own pain i cleanse
poetry photography
is a combo
of a sixth sense
in a world of
barbed barriers
a blog is a message
of peace to mend
a broken fence

A Poet For Hire

A Poet For Hire, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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making
poems like
two minute
maggi instant
noodle passport
he has only
overseas
work visa
he requires
a poet on hire
not a day by night
flier opinionated
uncouth but for
heavens sake
not a liar
internet
dependent
addictive
live wire
shelf life
wont expire
bejeweled
in exotic
one of a
kind attire
a poem
supplier
poems on
the wings
of images
of street life
of pain
pain a
barbed wire
a world
of haunting
needs
no desire
men who
loom large
gender
under fire
to become
women
they aspire
hijras
with silicon
chests
made of
rubber tyre
a pedestrian poet
gone from
bad to verse
you may
or may
not admire
his god
richard pryor
Barkis
is willing
if you have a
suitable job
for the post
of a poet
he wishes
to inquire

vouching
for his
impeccable
credentials
yorriik
fred miller
ben bell
bernie aguire
anthony posey
randy der joel
wollongongs
poet laureate
mobsta
gangsta
poet friar

The Silhouette Of A Hijab

The Silhouette Of A Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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muslim womanhood
has its essence
in piety humanity
within the hijab
its contribution
immense
without pretense
hence my poem
in its defense
she wears it
as her garment
of modesty
her sartorial
requirement
why do you
get tense
you or your woman
are not entitled
to wear it
why take offense
makes no sense
the silhouette of the hijab
a poem through my lens
to the white supremacist
racists a thought
i condense
at no expense