Sunday, May 1, 2011

Fr Jaun My God Father My Mentor My Guide

The Beggar Poet Among Giants

We Miss Jeff Lamb .. Marziya And Firoze Shakir

We Are Proud of Our Beggars They Dont Rob The Nation Like Our Leaders Do

The Shia Samurai From Mumbai

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searching
for hope
in shut eyes
eyelashes
wet that cry
the distressed
soul lets out
a sigh
why why why
cant we see
eye to eye
how could i
own what
is not mine
pain that
pursues
me online
her beauty
her form
divine
away
in the
wastelands
i sit and pine

Slitting The Soul Of Memories

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that wont leave
the darkness
of my soul
dark as dark
as charcoal
my poetic
angst
that floats
on the back
like a dead fish
in a glass bowl
a part of me
she stealthily
stole a part
without which
i cannot be whole
leaving me in pain
in a hell hole
as my hopes
flow down
a sinkhole
i seek her
through
my cameras
eye hole
up and down
her memories
i scroll
my body is lifeless
she has my controls
she is my systems
console to cause
me pain as long as
i live her cosmic goal

Pain


Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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is my birthright
my ancestry
my heritage
pain of a poet
born in a cage
pain of a child
pain of a sage
pain of no more
being part of
her web page
she who has
flown away
enraged

pain
overnight
i have aged

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