as it moves
round and round
to man and his karma bound
searching for peace
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man suffers while
the puppeteer fast asleep
safe and sound
man the protagonist
the villain the hero
of an unwritten script
rises every time
he is trounced
master slave
satrap knave
uncrowned
Most of you guys out there wont believe this , and I dont know whether you should, she is a very simple Muslim lady, who collects tiffins from homes of school kids and than bundles them up in a ricksha to deliver it on time to the kids at various schools of Bandra.
Than she waits the kids finish their lunch she brings the tiffins to deliver it back to the kids house.
I have shot her twice, both the times her pictures did not make it to my camera,or to my computer.
This happens when some Bawas or Naga Sadhus place a very strong energy round themselves , the pictures come black hazy, washed out and in some cases dont come at all.
This lady is a very friendly person, the ricksha guys dont stop for her , I help her get into the ricksha so she not wanting me shoot her pictures is not the case here.
She is the Dabbewali of Bandra , she has been doing this task for over 30 years, kids salute her , though she grumbles a lot, I found her of a congenial nature and nice disposition.
I told her that I could not find her earlier pictures I had shot of her, she gave me a cunning smile..so now I have decided to shoot some more pictures of her to find out if they disappear again.or if she is playing game with me at my expense.
Well this is India and anything happens.
a fountain head
of municipal apathy
political neglect
dont ask me where?
ugliest
filthiest
stinking
bandra bazar road
market beware
the fetid stench
unhygienic surroundings
divine flu to share
once you enter here
a hornets nest
a sordid affair
roads that are potholed
in need of repair
the sorrow of the residents
the shopkeepers to bare
the city fathers mai baap
do they really care ?
one election gone
another round the corner
people unaware
god is on leave
empty worded our prayer
who cares a shit
once he gets his
ass on the chair
democracy
a government
of blind people
for blind people
by the blind people
darkness despair
promises are made
to be forgotten
they swear
building dream castles
khadi clad
millionaire s
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hey mate
i am one up on you
buzznet blues
that came to flickr
but not as a refugee refuse
i had to choose
to be close to the
woolongong mafia
as we cruise
through pictures poems
karma dharma as we fuse
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some hits and views
no curry bashing
we are human first
of differentiating hues
living together
nothing else to lose
This is my tribute to my three Woolongong friends I have known for 5 years , hate never touched us ever , because of these three musketeers I found a lot of peace love and harmony..they have always been there when I was down.. I wish them well..
I did fight with Friar once we patched up.. it was a poets quarrel.. he is a better poet than me and a better photographer too/..
Firoze Shakir -Photographerno1 Google Profile, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
I feel the winds as they blow
the golden sunset glow
like a little paper boat
into the waters of an ocean
I flow
my destiny
not yet ready to kiss
dollar littered American shores
I am happy shooting hija beggars
eunuch kids and hijra whores
my karma my dharma
my bare feet
my diabetic sores
my camera like vision
to a deaf and dumb god
above implores
when it rains it really pours
man two legged animal
crawling on all fours
open windows of my mind
my future stares at me a shut door
a whimper held to this leopards roar
a chant of my faith
blood sweat tears and gore
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Arti Shri Google Maharaj - Ultimate God of the Cybernet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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poem written by me
we the devotees
perform arti
of shri google maharaj
of the cybernet
who keeps us connected
to all our friends
on the internet
facebook flickr
a twittering heart you bet
spammers love him
all gmail filters they detest
says the fraudster from
Burkina Faso
Yahooo Lottery Org
this is the best God
we have met
the hackers this sublime god
will never forget
Shr Google Maharaj
bookies pray to him
before and after the cricket test
politicians love him too
so much wealth in their net
the chinese get upset
each time a peace loving man
says Boycott China Free Tibet
allah ho akbar .net
a shia hating website
that insults the message
from the minaret
so much hate hidden
in its silhouette
thank you
Shri Google Maharaj
though Yahoo and Microsoft
the other two minor gods
making thundering love
under the coverlet
heaving hearts and sweat
its you our mai baap
to whom we are in debt
You Telecom my server
when it crashes and goes dead
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a message I regret
the refund on my modem deposit
after two years I have yet to get
Shri Google Maharaj
a god the best of the very best
