Friday, March 18, 2011

The Birth of a Street Photographer Marziya Shakir

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a street photographer
does not need
a camera at all
her inner eyes sees
her inner soul recalls
the street a house
of hope without
windows or walls
marziya was
shooting street life
before she held
her barbie doll
her world of cats
dogs goats
at bandra bazar road
encompassing
reality all in all
capturing
the essence
of poetry
standing tall
even a giants
shadow
on the soul
of humanity
seems
so small
shivas
third eye
lodged
in the cosmic
consciousness
of the eyeball
photography
holistically heals
the human soul
from future pitfalls

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Fucked Asunder

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Meri to gand mein gardish - e dauraan ka lauda hai
Sitaro tum to so jao tumhari kis ne mari hai..?

This couplet was sent to me by a dear friend in bad times.. his times are as bad as my own...

bad times are bad
you need not wonder
like a huge monstrous dick
my multi colored ass plunder
lightning and thunder
from asshole to eternity
fucked asunder
by the banks
by the money lender
a bounced cheque
returned back to sender
a posterior brutalized
by bad times
now gone sore and tender
without massacring
the last remaining
vestiges of my gender
neither a buyer
nor a vendor
lost illusions
lost hopes
lost splendor

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Magic Eye The Gift of a Blog With a Camera Eye

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shooting
the soul
of silence
lows and high
the human cry
the painted walls
hopes put up to dry
feasts festivals
that he espies
an indi blogger
mera pyara bhai
where on the streets
makeshift fires
bangda fry
bombay duck
big fat lady
thunder thighs
double deckers ply
death of a sparrow
we all cry
a bird of our childhood
who taught us to fly
on the wings of dreams
as time passed by
reliance energy
fattening its soul
the poor consumer
unable to pay his bill
silently dies
tata power
the new stand by
mumbai is mumbai
who wants shanghai
have money
the world you can buy
jai maharashtra
amchi mumbai
through a magic eye
dabbawalas
on cycles
the bhaiyya guy
everyone happy
love and sigh
dont be sorry
dont say goodbye


do deepak amembal from firoze of psi...sitting on a mound swatting the house fly

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United Colors of Peace and Humanity ..Holi In Mumbai

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the hijras
will get intoxicated
drink a lot of bhang
clapping their hands
dance make merry
get high strung
holi a festival of color
that keeps you young
memories of peace
hope and humanity
high and flung
rang hi rang
no more alibagh
no more bullock
cart races
now forgotten
a song
once sung
blogging
the soul of poetry
standing
on a cow dung
a battered
bruised camera
on my shoulders slung
the mind takes care of itself
if you take care of your tongue
best wishes from Freud Adler
Carl Jung collective
unconscious analytical psychology
colors holi mind unstrung

happy holi to all...

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Hijra On Bakra Eid Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old


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Marziya Shakir only 3 years old has shot the life span of a hijra in a single frame , she saw the hijras past present future all the same the hijra even time could not tame the hijra for being a hijra you cannot blame tears on the soul of human society restless man a hijra became.. his ignominy his karmic shame..the hijra forever defamed..given a bad name hunted as game.. hung for the original sin his notoriety to fame...

a scapegoat on bakra eid shot by marziya before slaughter ..an extinguished moment .cursing a burning flame kurbani...a sacrifice a thought to proclaim the hijra derogatorily chakka nicknamed

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Dheere Dheere Bol Koie Sun Na Le

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The Hijra Angst And My Poetry Is Karmically Entwined

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