the beggars
i shoot i meet
them virtually
everywhere
at haji malang
at almost every
spiritual fair
nameless faces
at crossroads
market square
mothers in burkha
with their ward
at mahim church
on a wheel chair
or beggar at jj
colony bandra
epileptic with
a quixotic
stare ,, beggars
are as nomadic
as i am seeking
new pastures
away from
poetic despair
beggars with
manufacturing
defects gods
mechanics
could not
repair..
born from
a faulty
hardware
beggars
at bhendi
bazar drugged
to their nostrils
gasping for air
ganja charas
gard hidden
in their
underwear
lepers like
maria now
gone to
her hometown
in mangalore
somewhere
her daughter
mary holds
fort ..unusual
pair,, the blind
beggar boy had
his eye operated
recuperating
in an aftercare
i shoot beggars
beggars shoot
me with their
blessings
with their
prayers
i will not be able
to poetize the pain
of the beggars of
taragadh and ajmer
deva sharif .meera datar
nizamuddin aulia ..
shooting pain without
footwear .. dam madar
beda par makanpur
seeking hope welfare
the beggars will always
be beggars much
richer than your
millionaires
Saturday, October 5, 2013
The Beggar Poet And The Beggars Of Banganga
Once A Year Dear Departed Ancestors Come Down To Earth
Once A Year Dear Departed Ancestors Come Down To Earth, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
pitru visarjan
life death and birth
prayers obeisance
to dear departed
souls their inheritance
our spiritual worth,,
transforming tears
sadness into ethereal
mirth,,,karmic salvation
arrival of durga a mothers
rebirth....
My Roots
once destroyed
by alcoholic intake
an addiction i
tried but finally
did shake ,,
those perspiring
night withdrawal
nightmares that
kept me awake
early morning
utara for drinkings
sake a thirst a
new bottle would
not slake ,,a habit
i tried to break
the lonesome
attacks of
fear heartache
yacht casbah
irani janta
memories
keepsake
hope died
slurring
soliloquy
my footsteps
leading me
to my earliest
mistakes
now finally
detached
from the bottle
i did forsake
trampled beneath
my feet the fangs
of the snake
took up photography
shifted the intoxication
drunken dilemma
of the pictures
i make ..juggling
words like empty
beer bottles
poetic orgasms
i fake ,,,unlearning
photography ..
take after take
Agar Bhik Hi Mangwana Tha To Mujhe Paida Kyon Kiya ..Waqt Ke Pehle Gala Ghut Diya Hota To Behtar Hota
Agar Bhik Hi Mangwana Tha To Mujhe Paida Kyon Kiya ..Waqt Ke Pehle Gala Ghut Diya Hota To Behtar Hota, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
yeh
adhura
sapna
toh kam
se kam
khatm hota ..
na main roti
na mera
muqaddar rota
is mod par akar
na mera bachpan
khota.. na yeh
hota na woh hota
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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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If you travel second class and if you are a photographer like me who documents beggars than you will find a lot of beggars on the train... -
Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
