10 Apr 11, 3.11AM PDT
i will
never disrespect you
never 'never never
10 Apr 11, 2.29AM PDT
please forgive me being human i got carried away..
Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.
rumi
khuda hafiz
PLEASE Please Please Please Please Please Please dont say sorry
I AM SORRY :(( I seriouly am feeling so so bad
:((((((
i blew it
strange
said
the mirror
tersely
as it gave me
a glance
was it
my chaotic
karma
an aborted
dance
a deleted
dream '
that collapsed
as i furtively
advanced
the souls
last defiance
a failing stance
a crumbling
mischance
embedded
in the soul
of my poetry
her protruding
lance a wishful
thinking
on a vast expanse
my last gasp
of breath
end of my
chemical romance
beggar poet
a cosmic trance
words
leaping
from the fire
in my mind
a posthumous
pain
enhance
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The End of My Chemical Romance
Dard Aur Saza
pain and punishment
10 Apr 11, 3.10AM PDT
you are a pathan
you guys are volatile
it is the sacred beauty of your race
time and space
the end of a chemical romance
this will be my next poem
i have blanks instead of words
sleepless
my demons
i fight every
dying night
'breaching
the soul
of early
morning light
when
lurid
darkness
gives way
to white
a bubble
that burst
in mid flight
as it fell
on the soul
of my poetry
from great height
out of mind
but not out of sight
Why Do Poets In Love End Up This Way
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on the soul
of humanity
a price
they pay
she came
she saw
she went
away
his muse
was more
smarter
they say
she was
the life
of his poetry
but not
his word play
she was gilded
a pearl in an oyster
he was nothing
but a broken pot of clay
fate threw him out on the roads
by the way he tried to slit his wrist
hung himself from a tree tried
to drown himself but death spurned
him like a leper all the way
he would have saved this ignominy
if if only he had been born gay
making love to his own kind in the hay
but he was in love with a woman ..
who accidentally fucked him so to say
Because MTNL Broadband GM Mr Tewary Is On One And a Half Month Leave My Internet Problems Wont Be Solved
Because MTNL Broadband GM Mr Tewary Is On One And a Half Month Leave My Internet Problems Wont Be Solved, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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I am plagued with a faulty WIFI MTNL Broadband connection innumerable complaints open letters on the internet to Mr Tewary GM MTNL Broadband has not helped firstly because erstwhile GM saab is on a month and a half leave and he or his staff dont surf the net at all.
So I keep sending messages for help to Mr Shyam Sundarji Mr Jony Saab Div Engineers MTNL Broadband St Martins Road Bandra. but they too have been helpless in resolving my continuous constant internet problem erratic fluctuating connection that causes my page to disappear and my upload crash.
So I have a faulty weekend ahead of me thanks to MTNL Broadband Nightmare on Demand.
Thank You Bhai Facebook Pe Update Ka Shukriya
Thank You Bhai Facebook Pe Update Ka Shukriya, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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Now whatever you think or dont think about Marc Zuckerburg he too is a poet in love , its his love that seminally splurted out Facebook on the soul of cyberspace and Facebook is horrendously larger than life Google Yahoo or Microsoft or all three put together.
What you post on Facebook ends up on Google search has nothing to do with this blog..
But my lover goat is product of good parentage he knows I have blogged his story on Flickr but it will be read by the world on Facebook..
So to thank me my unique lover Goat from Bandra slums sung his favorite number to appease my soul too
ye maanaa main kisi qaabil nahin hoon in nigaahon mein
ye maanaa main kisi qaabil nahin hoon in nigaahon mein
buraa kyaa hai agar, ye dukh ye hairaani mujhe de do
buraa kyaa hai agar, ye dukh ye hairaani mujhe de do
tum apnaa ranzo-o-gham, apni pareshaani mujhe de do
tumhen gham ki qasam, is dil ki veeraani mujhe de do
tumhen gham ki qasam, is dil ki veeraani mujhe de do
He knows the power of a Facebook update on the wall of doom and despair..he was on Facebook under a pseudonym , but was duly deleted blocked forever...and even unborn children even those out of wedlock send me friend requests dont laugh this is a fact...
So a blog encapsulates another mans pain as your own pain , even if it is a male goat , a love sick goat..male menopause has nothing to do with it being in love is what makes death all the more sweeter when it comes.. death is neither male no female death is androgynous on the soul of man or goat too..
And even if a goat is castrated can any one stop him for not falling in love with a spectra beauty of a blue eyed goat.
The Slumdog Caterer Ikbal Bhai
He makes terrific stuff , unlike other bhatyari guys he cooks himself, his stuff is ordered by up end restaurants and hotels too.
He makes Hyderabadi Dum Biryani , Moghlai Chinese and vegetarian stuff .. because I shoot him he allows me to sample his stuffs , he will give me a kebas or a packet of biryani once in a while I have no clue whether he will ever see his pictures on the net..but he is dream merchant hard work grit and determination..and most of the caterers or bhatyaris are from the same village in the North.
They have adjusted themselves comfortably to Mumbai life and most of the bhatyarris are Sunni Muslims.. one of my Shia friends has married a bhatyaris daughter a quirk of fate , he was not happy with the match but he had to give in.. the boys is excellent loving and a devout Shia his wife has converted to Shiasm too..
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
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Phir Saal bhar ke baad Gam-e- Shah Ayega, Zinda jo Rahega wohi ye Gam Manayega , originally uploaded by firoze shakir pho...