Deleted Desire

Deleted Desire, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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where once there was smoke
the heart burns with desire

it is desire that ignites
all kinds of fire
lying supine dead on the pyre
a burnt out connection
of an internet wire
love on rent
purchase and hire
only poems
a few pictures
on the soul
of despondency
a cosmic poet
had sired
deleted desire
time had
conspired
dreams
only dreams
a mans empire
hope sucking
the blood
of a romance
like a vampire
although
he had deleted
her from his
fucked
consciousness
sometimes
her heart beats
he wants to acquire
within her mound
lies his hellfire
a cosmic poet
barefeet
in a crazy attire
manufacturing
date missing
not ready to expire
for a shelf life
on her window sill
he once again aspires
washed out
wiped out
in a quagmire
sometimes
one sided love
loves to backfire
soaked in satire


dedicated to bernie benn bell

This was born out of an egg of a comment..on bernies post..
father son and unholy ghost ..that is ben bernie and me .. me unholy completely

Appu Lives in a Zoo

Appu Lives in a Zoo, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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a rare exotic
limbless animal
doesn't he scare you ?
what a strange specie
human too
saying this
the onlookers throw
some coins
give him
his roadside due
this is a normal
human zoo
nothing new
a two year
old child
wonders
confused
pain
stuck
to man
like glue
a file
created by
god
in a hurry
marziya
cannot undo
only chacha rahul
can make
chacha nehrus
dreams
come true
tears
on the soul of humanity
merely by virtue
two pillars
of her life
embedded
in the soul
of her minds lens
a barefeet blogger
Brooklyn's American Jew
being human
is more important
than being
a christian or a hindu
salman khan
also her
be human guru


dedicated to rahul gandhiji

Fucked Doors of Destiny

Fucked Doors of Destiny, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

she has taken
a new lover
locked
the cosmic
poet out
she wont open
the fucked doors
of destiny
she wont hear
his shout
love
now on
its way out
from the stone
heart of a lady
with a pout
although
he had deleted
her from his fucked
consciousness
he has been
positive
throughout
she will
come
back to him
without doubt
a poet
burnt out
in his facebook
hideout
a new love
with a new
beginning
sprout
fuck the earlier
fallout
before page
cannot be
displayed
server
timed out

The Catholics And The Shia Blogger

The Catholics And The Shia Blogger, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Dont Throw Garbage Use Dust Bin

Dont Throw Garbage Use Dust Bin, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

fuck who
has the time
to to read
the writing
on the wall
throw the
garbage
on the road
fuck all
all for one
one for all
this is mumbai
meri jaan
dont be shocked
or appalled.

School Memories of a Pune Boy

School Memories of a Pune Boy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

boras
are school
memories
that haunt
us to this day
memories
that dont easily
go away
outside
the school
during
lunch break
the borawala
waited
for us each day
memories
that within
our hearts stay
the staple diet
of our lifes play
a little boy
fred miller
of pune
wondering
how he would pay
stains
on his clothes
at home hell
to pay
memories
now well settled
in friendswood texas
brings back
old school days
memories never die
they live always

Fred Miller - Yessir.......many times it was this kind of thing in my pockets that made my days more enjoyable, except for the stains which I had to hide from my family, not only because of the mess but also because I had to eplain where I got the money to buy this..........beautiful memories nevertheless. Thanks Firoze for that

The Street Family

The Street Family, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

They beg on the streets off Bandra Hill Road , and normally come here to have hot piping tea from a famous tea stall.

Of course somebody or the other buys them a cutting.

When I started of as a photographer I really was never sure what I wanted to shoot , this is about 12 years back, I shot what touched me, and sometimes what touches me might just about touch you too.

Being a salon photographer I was brain washed into shooting the lovely things of life, but I shot photo journalism,I did not shoot beggars , after I gave up salon and club culture both decadent beyond redemption , I became a blogger ,., got exposed to a new medium.

I wrote letters , a lot of letters to friends but no poems or poetry before I became addicted to the Internet.

I became a poet of sorts , a journaler after I joined Buzznet.. Buzznet made me what I am today, my friends on Buzznet polished me, shaped me and re presented me in a new avatar.


Than came Dr Glenn Losack MD he added the the poetic nature of pain , I began shooting beggars , not to mock my country , but to mock humanity, to show you undiluted pain of karma , fate or whatever name you wish to call it .


I lived with beggars understood their wild dreams , their angst, but beggars are like the weather cock on a church's steeple they go north west east south but in reality they are stuck in one place of doom forever.

I cannot shoot the beggars of Haji Ali, I dont know why, I found them to be over hyped run by the beggar mafia.

I dont run after beggars but they do come after me...and I carry them as hope on the wings of a poetry blog.

I document pain as poetry , and luckily you will see this mostly in a photo blog, in a newspaper you will see pictures of Shoaib and Sanias wedding..but without disrespecting love nothing in the world , not even millions of dollars would ever make m distance myself from my country..and maybe this might hurt a few Pakistani friends but I would rather marry a dog than marry a scoundrel from the other side of the border..this is nothing but a marriage of convenience , this is trampling of a woman's life to marry a celebrity and a cult ..this is a dangerous precedent ..and Mr Malik has broken an Indian woman's heart..being fat , not pretty is not a criteria for dissolving a marriage.

Anyway I digress , what I want to say this world is full of beggars, the people who solemnize such weddings are beggars too,all begging for a few seconds of fame..

Who really cares a fuck.,. what the bride wore..well newspaper shelf life and a marriages shelf life can be a matter of dispute..

I am a fucked blogger street photographer I am happy with shooting what I shoot , yes I shoot with my mouth too sometimes .

Good Morning