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kabhi kabhi
mere dil dil main khayal ata hai
jab apka khayal ata badi mushkil se dil se jata hai
gun gunata hai
hale dil sunaTa hai
band bajata hai
apke bina saha nahi jata hai
meri phooti kismet par tala lag jata hai
and i can make any word come to life
thinking about you
S what
Friday, April 29, 2011
What ? Thinking About You
A Love Story Called BOO
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rolleyes
ashiq ..blah
koi ashiq love
shove nai hota
sab time pass
bakwas
cheating
me this is my first love story to you
it is called the reincarnation of the stone man
u cooked n i wrote poems
ok i was called dumb
the elders had got me married to you
your were an orphan
they called you stupid
S wow nice story ..grrr ...story mei bu orphan n stupid ..lol
so we were married in a cave
we had a tigers head for the wedding buffet
we danced all night
it was not salsa or samba
and you smelled beautiful
you were so goddamn happy
those days there were no jukeboxes
so the crazy demented old widow of the Stonehenge village sang for us getting drunk all the time
dont you remember
S no
me: than people gave us presents
S: Ok
then i died n went to heaven .
story finish
me: your uncle that fat sloppy chief from the next village gave us a goat
S: come back to real life now
me: that was one feet already in its grave
your aunt Selena dont you remember her
S: Sir ...yeh kesy bakwas story hai ...goat as gift ...eww
me: gave you a amber brooch
S: Ok that sound a bit better
me: the one you lost a few days after the wedding
S: Chalo.je ..mila bhi n lose bhi ho gaya
wa wa
me: your cousin gave you a peck on the cheek and tried hold you tight i pushed him bak
S: :-O
me: than the village shaman gave you a green grass girdle
i loved your great great aunt she gave us a lovely oak wood cradle
oh i was deeply touched
and tears were flowing from my eyes
: :-S
sir are you okie ?
You scare me sometimes ..
me: you looked gorgeous your cheeks were flustered
you had gained a bit weight but you promised you would lose it
took your word i was far to scared of you
S: :O
S: hmm
me: i had wooed you for many years but your uncle that wicked Zoffar wanted to give yoU to the butcher he was going to give you a fatter dowry
i was far too poor
good for nothing
i had nothing to give you
S: :(
me: but i gave your uncle my mothers quartz ring and after a great bargain i was given your hand
the butcher was not happy
he made a trap near my door
S: :s
me: and i being a poet romantic fell into it
it was a ditch filled poisonous vipers
they bit me all over
but i was bitten by your love
that saved me
S :s
me: i was in delirious fever i remember nothing
later the boys from the village told me you take care of me
you gave me a new life
i was married to you
the butcher he fled the village he i was told is selling vipers in the next village
S: SIR
me: it was the great equinox the day were pledged our souls to each other
and i woke up from my fucked dream
i think i will stick to writing poems and shooting pictures and wooing you
S: BOO
I Have Turned My Back On You
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to your memories
my pain my pathos
my poetry pure
my bearings
away
from your heart
i try to secure
who i am
what i am
a speck of dust
i am
not sure
i am man
my pain
i will endure
the welts
on my back
the bleeding head
i will cure
away from
the silhouette
of your trusting
world deceitful
demure agonizing
angst and allure
a symbolical detour
your childish emotions
soft as velour your
feelings immature
your divine beauty
your ego your
pretentious grandeur
i wont come back
into the winding lanes
of your mind and soul
i take an oath
i assure
you are
what you are
i am what i am
a wandering poet
beggarly and poor
remorsefully obscure
A Part of Me Died On Facebook
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i dare not
turn
back
the clock
take a look
instead
of haleem
kebabs
it will be
my heart
liver spleen
she will cook
let it simmer
softly silently
as she reads
a book ok firoze
you are finally
from her karma
of the hook
a smelly cat
a heart for
a smelly fish
mistook
a beggar poet
for a crook
in a glass bowl
of misfortune
she watches
my pain
my poetry
my pathos
as my
kingdom shook
she in her corner
me in my loony bin
in my nook
Please Give Me A Second Chance
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pure undiluted
friendship
no romance
luck by chance
a poets
world of pain
vast expanse
forgiveness
he seeks
just give
another
glance
a dead poet in his grave
in a rhythmic trance
emotions restricted
wont expand
a promise i pledge
believe me understand
for once smile
shake my hand
on my bleeding wrist
just tie a friendship
band footsteps
of a poet on quicksand
bleeding feet blisters
he can hardly stand
One Day I Will Renounce This World Become a Barefeet Fakir
One Day I Will Renounce This World Become a Barefeet Fakir, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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into
the wilderness
wastelands of
spirituality
i shall follow
my peer
the greatest
ameer
barefeet
hindu shia
dastagir
searching
the elusive soul
of the poetry
of my heer
love
the greatest
emotion
alamgir
a beggar poet
taqdeer
ka fakir
meri phuti
kismet
meri ek tarfa
mohabbat
par laga di
unhone laqeer
toota kaman
tooti teer
The Warrior Queen Goddess Did This To Me
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dehumanized me
her bitterness
entrapped
my humanity
she made
me a stone
idol heartless
fleshless
soulless
destroying
my lustful
physicality
she cursed me
devastated me
in totality
she killed me
with morbid
mortality
the warrior
queen goddess
of immortality
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