The Slate Of My Soul..Waiting For Her To Write Something On It

The Slate Of My Soul..Waiting For Her To Write Something On It, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Om The Whisper of Waves In a Sea Shell

Om The Whisper of Waves In a Sea Shell, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the incantation
of om shanti om
waves whispering
in a sea shell
i was feeling uneasy
i became well
two sides of our mind
both heaven and hell
earth a passage
in transit
one night stand motel
all human emotions
you attract or repel
when your time comes
you have to go
without bidding farewell
every man a slave
every slave a rebel


to my facebook friend
Rama Sethu Ranga Nathan

It Is Better To Have Loved and Lost

It Is Better To Have Loved and Lost, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

than never to have loved at all
she added me on facebook
going up and down my spine
she made my skin crawl
although i have
deleted her from my fucked
consciousness she had lofty
emotions
her thinking
was very small
she was a transvestite
mind you i came
to know later after the fall
now i am nothing
but a fucked brick
in her androgynous wall
a hot blooded
pathan vixen barbie doll
she loved her feet this
obsessive screwball
i believe after our affair backfired
she ran away with her butcher
to some god forsaken
village in nepal
though i cherish
on wintry nights
the gift of a
her pashmina shawl
seminal soliloquy
nightfall

Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness

Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

although
i have deleted her
from my fucked
consciousness
she haunts me
night and day
i told her to fuck off
but she keeps
following me
in my lair
but no
i am not
willing to be
ensnared

falling in love
with a transvestite
a circle in a square
we did make
an unusual pair
in cyberspace
our love was born
we shared
she who
lives across
the border
a pathan
hot blooded vixen
devil may care
a hormonal
hypersensitive
transvestite
feet fetish
going down under
the cybercafe chair
almost throwing up
i swear part
of my erotic
convulsions
in my poetic
face stare
a chapter
ended
when she
blocked me
for not wanting
to marry her online
end of my imaginary
nightmare
she reads me
in the blue toilet
of her desire
lap ton on her lap
in her night wear
a crystal Cinderella
like footwear
god alone knows
whether it was her
or me
who was unfair
asymmetrical
love hate
warfare


the transvestite s tale never ends once it begins with or without fanfare

Mera Bharat Mahan

Mera Bharat Mahan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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i think
i become sure
our wealth
our children
our stature
our grandeur
our children
godliness
clean
spiritual pure
through our
children
we live
our heritage
endure
peace
on the soul
of humanity
with their
prayers
they procure
64 years
of
independence
a memory
of our freedom struggle
part of their heritage
secure a hope
till they mature


कोई सिख कोई जाट मराठा
कोई गुरखा कोई मदरासी
सरहद पे मरनेवाला
हर वीर था भारतवासी
जो ख़ून गिरा पर्वत पर
वो ख़ून था हिंदुस्तानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

64 Years After Independence We Have Come a Long way

64 Years After Independence We Have Come a Long way, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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we are north indians
we are maharashtrians
we are hardly indians
i must say
we asked for a home
on the streets we stay
malaria we spread
to a political dismay
at grass root level
the common man
for the sins
of the rich man pays
from ever state they
come as a getaway
some become super heroes
overnight a mannat they say
the weak
simply pass away
some commit suicide
simply walk away
others search for hope
on our independence day

तुम भूल न जाओ उनको
इसलिये कही ये कहानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

Poetic Tribute to 64 th Independence Day of India

Poetic Tribute to 64 th Independence Day of India, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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ruminating on the roads
of despair and remorse
chewing the cud
holy cows in a herd
as i know
their language
understood
word to word
they were
discussing
the commonwealth games
a topic of discontent
making man animals bovine
disenchanted and awkward
they were cursing
the system more abuses
i heard they told
me see the kids selling
the country's flags
tomorrow barefeet
blistered while on the
other hand our leaders
were busy selling our
nations glory heritage
64 years after independence
nothing much has altered
every vote for good
governance
the common man faltered
yes we the people completely
erred year after year month
after month 'a new scam on the soul
of the coffers of our common wealth
in some Swiss bank interred
our vision our future
very blurred the voice
of the common man
sachin tichkule bruised battered
dreams all shattered
battered and plundered
collectively they muttered
through a picture
a poem i captured
a verdict a vote fractured
lyrics of a song blaring away

ऐ मेरे वतन के लोगो
ज़रा आँख में भर लो पानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

from my dreams
into a virtual realty
i was hurled

Happy Independence Day to all of you Without your help it could have never Happened