Overblown Egos That Will Burst

Overblown Egos That Will Burst, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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having a photogenic hand
shooting it every given time
my karma my dharma
my thirst
blessing
hijra tits
of peela house
hijra whores
nothing could be
more worse
it depends how
you read a picture
overblown egos
that will burst
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
in the beginning
as it was as first

On The Soul Of Humanity Moharam Never Ends

On The Soul Of Humanity Moharam Never Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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navi comes
navi goes
ghame hussain
an eternal pain
never goes
its source
tears of mother zehra
as it continuously glows
who we are what we are
through our pain it shows
from our hearts into
parched sands of karbala
it flows a pain like a giant tree
millions of branches it grows
a poem as much as prose
shiasm up close
darkness blackness
a vacuous moment
of reflection and remorse
shot by a blogger firoze
dont blame me if
i still wear black clothes
my flesh my blood
my sweat my tears
a chapter that wont close

Muslim Beggars God Made And Forgot

Muslim Beggars God Made And Forgot, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Poets Are Always Rooted To The Ground

Poets Are Always Rooted To The Ground, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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to mans destiny bound
fucked by the world around
caught in a cosmic chaos
of words cyclically
going round and round
among layers of pain
despair morbidity
their genus
can be found
a rare specie
demented
soundlessly
unsound
falling in love
as an experience
always on the rebound
a pictured prostituted pause
riding on a mouse moribund
morbid morose on the fucked
venus of her pubic mound
penny wise pound foolish
on new grub street
they abound

Long Live Egypt

Long Live Egypt, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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the dreaded
scourge
of humanity
the pharaoh
had to go
robbing his nation
of billions of dollars
invested over shore
evil at the core
the people
finally booted
him out
showed him
the door
once in a life time
every dictator
hits the floor
other middle eastern
overlords soon
will also have to go
enough is enogh
say the collective
will of the people
freedom once more
truth liberty justice
equality once
again scores
the free will of
the people
for the people
by the people
roars
a cry
of delight
happiness
at tahrir square
joyous
a new beginning
a new dawn of hope
rest assured
god riddance
to bad rubbish
when it rains
it pours

Happy Fucked Valentines Day

Happy Fucked Valentines Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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to all my fucked friends
straight hijra transgender and gay
mortgaged to love a price they pay
fucked from asshole to eternity
wherever they stay comic chaos
that never pays not worthy of
poetic praise fucked
bottle necked dreams they chase
on the soul of disharmony they graze
going round and round cyclically
round the same fucked maze
acid rain purple haze
prostituted pause the same tune
plays the flesh was willing
the spirit it flays on good and bad days
hoping that the libido gets a generous raise
drinking pathani salajeet mixed in cold milk
with curds and whey wrinkled skin hair turning gray
to come or not to come you are welcome she says
my transvestite hoor androgynous noor chak de
remembering her in absentia a seminal soliloquy
on fucked valentines day facebook chat fucked
memories of going down under finally out phased

Two Month Eight Days Mourning Comes To An End

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athivi
2 months
eight days
mourning
brings
moharam
to an end
removing our
black clothes
into the
mainstream
of 9 rabilawal
we blend
red clothes
instead of red blood
only the genuine
lover of ahle bayt
will comprehend
lanat to the killers
of imam hussain we send
eid e zehra the mother
of all eids drives
shia haters round the bend
as the revelers vindicated
burning effigy of a rotund monster
voices lend a garden a smiling
mother will tend her bravehearts
mourners of her son
with no evil intent
necessity is the mother of invention
we certainly did not invent
ap ko eid e zehra mubarak ho
greetings on the soul
of humanity we extend
a poem in running blood
i have penned garam garam gul gule
made in lucknow style in all humility
i recommend to all my near and dear friends