Hum Hindustani Hain Hame Khamosh Rehne Ki Adat Hai

Hum Hindustani Hain Hame Khamosh Rehne Ki Adat Hai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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hum par
hamare iman par
hamare akide par
koie kichad uchale
hamare chhere
par kalak lagale
hamare mooh
par lage hain tale
ab aur kitni de
ham misale
ek zindagi
aur kaie risale

kyonki
hum hindustani hain
hame khamosh rehne ki adat hai
sahab yeh kaise ibadat hai


Insulting Khwajah Gharib Nawaz - Mehraj Rabbani
What really shocks me after a such a long time is that there is not a single voice of protest from the Khadims of Ajmer Sharif..and the slow process of Law that allows a rabid Mullah create dissent in Muslim Society of India.. hurting sentiments of all and sundry..its always a wait and watch situation after all you cant hurt Saudi petro dollars and Wahabbism..both are needed to appease politics of convenience.
It is alleged Mehraj Rabbani is a holder of a Saudi passport and I am happy that Mr Rizwan Merchant is pursuing this case without leaving any stone unturned..I do not know him but I had shot his rally attended by Sanjay Dutt at Bandra Jamatkhana during the recent elections..

I am a Muslim and as a Muslim I am hurt by the disparaging remarks on The Holy Saint Kwajah Gharib Nawazs character and ancestry..I have eaten the salt of Ajmer Sharif at the House of Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra No 6 my mentor and guide so it hurts me all the more..

As an Indian its an insult to my motto Sarv Dharm Ek..

Mere Chehre Ke Peeche Yeh Haqeeqat Jan Leti Woh

Mere Chehre Ke Peeche Yeh Haqeeqat Jan Leti Woh, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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photo courtesy google images

meri
sachaiee
mere jazbat
meri gheraiee
main kya hoon
main kya nahi hoon
pehchan leti woh
mere chehre ke peeche
yeh haqeeqat jan leti woh
i am nothing but
a frightening moment
a face of tragedy
a face of reality
beneath my flesh
empty and hollow
in the darkness
of my soul
i am my only
friend and foe
what i call love
is a poetic cry
of my alter ego
yes i am doomed
forever for her
love i cannot borrow
i am karma
sprouting
from a seed of sorrow
i live today
i die today
i have no
tomorrow
calisthenics
of chaos
dancing
naked
in the dungeons
of my mind
my life
my reflections
only a pretentious
slide show
as she looks down
upon me from
her curtain less window
the angst the anguish
the pain the remorse
as it flows standing
in a burning field
the last stand
of defiance
of a miserable
scarecrow

If God Had Not Given Us a Tongue

If God Had Not Given Us a Tongue, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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this place
would have been
a better place to live in
no yarns to spin
no more bullshit
from next of kin
no more spewing
hate from within
a silence serenading
the poetry of man
woman's soul
beneath the skin
falling in love
no more tailspin
pure pristine
soundless din
no loss
no remorse
just win win
speech
fucked us all
adding a new
dimension
to original sin

Aye Insan Pani Ko Pehchan

Aye Insan Pani Ko Pehchan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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aye insaan pani
ko pehchan
iske katra katra
boondh boondh
main hai
nanhe bache
ki pyas
mashke sakina
ek nanhi bachi
aur alam abbas
hamare ansu
ghame hussain
jispe tika
hamara itihas
ek dor
jis se bandhi
hamare jeevan
ki sas

Hamne Zindagi Main Kaie Chote Bar Bar Khaie Hain

Hamne Zindagi Main Kaie Chote Bar Bar Khaie Hain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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har chot ke peeche
ek nayee yad
ubhar ke aie hai
hamne zindagi
main kaie chote
bar bar khaie hain
mohabaat ka
dusra name
dil ki tabahi hai
zindagi bhar ki
tanhai hai
woh aj bhi
hamari nahin
pariee hain

My Poems Flowing Into A Gutter Of Her Heart

My Poems Flowing Into A Gutter Of Her Heart, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

all my poems
she reads once
before they
begin their journey
die and depart
into the boundless
gaping gutter
of her heart
wingless angel
sweet heart
while
my own body
lifeless in poetic
convulsions
carried to the morgue
in a hand cart
the slithering soul
of a cosmic
poet upstart
she did
outsmart
from the fecundity
of her raw flesh
she kept him apart
his efforts
she did thwart
sweet tart
the tastiest one
from the sweet mart

The Day After Womans Day

The Day After Womans Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

when the euphoria is over
political advantages taken
woman the only creature
on two legs
forgotten and forsaken
her agony for her chakra
of ill fate mistaken
Mother Theresa
is no more alive
woman's dead soul
who will awaken ?
born on the road
dies on the road
by the municipal
hearse
to be dumped
in a filthy
stinking morgue
she will be taken

I shot this in the Behrampada slums and does this little Muslim girl really know how far she is from the next Woman's Day of her life..but than as a photographer I have shot a woman's life on Womans day in the Mumbai Cages of the red light area too..Hasn't changed much though...butchered for tender meat..chopped or minced.a dark thought my soul evinced