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Unsafe Short Cut – 16 viewsSignage
On a traffic signal
Guiding motorists
Vehicular discipline
Road Traffic plan
Beneath it sleeps
Humanity in the
Garb of a Man
Who cares a damn
Unfiltered
Word verification
Not required
Bad timing spam
Man born to sorrow
Sacrificial lamb
His alter ego a battering ram
Pedestrian poetry posing as slam
My world of picto - reality
Through a spy cam..
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Unpoetic Question And Answers – 13 viewsQ; little flowers here and there
A;they were meant to die why do you care
Q;world show
A;the falsehood of snow
Q city living in rage
A..in mocking fires of a love thats theatrical on your stage
Q; joy joy read
A,to an illiterate person...who loved.. your love gone to seed
Q joy
A time to get yourself another toy
Q caress
A,get an american guy,, play mind chess.. to both of you God bless.
Q hold dear
A..the voice of my heart that you will no more hear...you scarred soulless soul
with an artificial childhood mask and veneer,,,
you cryptic poetry like you... unclear...
picture courtesy
http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/goddesses/blca_index.htm
the questions are all american the answers multicolred almost dead indian...
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Unpainted Reality – 21 viewsHe saw her
Bound
Unfree
Unpainted reality
Of my street poetry
A purse that held hope
To set his hope free
a few coins
salvation
salve soothing
spirituality
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Unloquacious Locked Door – 74 viewsHe stands sentinel at her locked door ,
She knows.. sri shakir.. photographerno1
Sri sri jagatguru, pakshgiri sri sri firoze.
Her computer has the runs,, that too she knows
Burning fever rising temperature.. adds to her woes.
And he stupidly follows her wherever she goes.
Pride and vanity the wind that humanly blow.
Radiohumped tuned in to a friend who is not a foe.
A shoot .. wedged into a sapling that cannot grow.
Perhaps in another planet some other time..
She will come up from below.
And open her unloquacious locked door.
And one legged barefoot ,bald, eyes closed photographer
Who accidently fell off a Bollywood fashion store.
Some other time some other place I will tell you some more.
Speech therapy, yogistically I preach to a unloquacious locked door.
This was shot by my wife Mrs Afshaan Shakir at Ghanta Ghar Lucknow ..
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Unlearning Poetry Dude – 12 viewsTwo Bawas
A very unusual pair
both sporting techno type hair
one fashionista
bollywoods most wanted
designer wear
the other a Rafaee Master
beyond compare
at Char Yar Gaddi Nashin
Noubat Ali Babas spiritual lair
the body piercing instruments
could easily give you a scare
but this is the Rafaee Art
that they on Chatti do share
eye balls from eyes they tear
cutting tongues
while you glass eyed stare
one way road to spirituality
absolutely no thoroughfare
invoking the name
Ali Moulah Ali Moulah
Man Kunto Ali Moulah
incantation as prayer
Qawwali as fanfare
Bawagiri they declare
their Murids everywhere
this happens only in India
where misers become millionaire
ministers on diplomatic
passports human trafficking
political parties new nightmare
if you grease the proper hands
before examinations
you will get your questionnaire
cigarette smoking is injurious to health
whether a beedi wills or foursquare
gutka well that too adds to despair
vintage anil dharker memories
of dashing debonair
unlearning poetry
flowing words slamming
out
of a broken earthen ware
12 year old Taliban wannabe
decapitating head
a new Islamic doctrinaire
Mullahs will condone this
new trend as another
asymmetrical warfare
April 22nd, 2007
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Unlearning Poetry – 21 viewspoetic pictorial , palpitations on
the emulsion of my photo blog
on mans mindless , heartless membrane
mysteries of ritualism and oracles arcane
writhings of a gods human pain
seamless silence, seeping sweat and
tear drops of a human god,
dripping drowsily as blood stains
crucified creativity , crucified humanity
pride vanity and more pain
of love sequestered beneath
bare feet and hate unslain
karma a rotting putrefying chain
dharma devilish thoughts that drain
treasures second hand squandered in vain
closed venetian blinds
of a claustrophobic congested brain
scales of justice blindfolded
more pretentious pain
in a world schizophrenic
life and living going insane
death driven cargo of
a passenger train
unlearning poetry
unlearning photography
truth maintain
prostituting my talent
for free
in an illiterate
whorish moneyless domain
read me
dont read me
write me off
why complain.
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unlearning photography-yogic kundalini – 17 viewsscrew shutter speed
aperture on your
pictorial minds coral reef
photography is poetry
not a technical task
Unlearning photography
Is what I believe
Through your
yogic kundalini
releasing the serpent
wrapped within you
You do achieve
When you decipher
Pictorial pain pathos
Unmarried to grief
I believe as a photographer
You have written a poem
turned a new leaf
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Unlearn The Art Of Love – 16 views[delete] photographerno1: 10/11/2005 3:57 AM
hi waza thank you..dont ever be bulldozed by photographers or photography.. remember it is you and what you are shooting even the camera does not exist.. UNLEARN PHOTOGRAPHY
you will become one hell of a photographer.. you dont shoot anything,, it is the mountains the swan they call out to you they plead to be given a chance to be seen by the chanceless in some corner of the world called india... this is photgraphy..
i shoot with my eyes closed.. let the thing that you shoot burn an image on the emulsion of your soul first.. the picture will happen,, and i am a godly man.
take care,, any help just buzz me..i envy you alaska..
thoughts like igloos in my mind... waiting for thr ships to sail...
firoze shakir
photographerno1
waza: 10/21/2005 12:25 AM
LORD HELP US....
And on this day I fell in love with the finest soul and named her The Alaskan Fern.
The rest of our escapades and the pitfalls.. the Fears and a Future that is tight fisted and miserly ,wont give an hint to what is in our Destiny interlinked on Buzznet,, and the refrain of my soul on my Dichotomy of Love.
And did she really mean God Help Us.
And it was re echoed almost simultaneously in Mumbai too.
And this is mature love like vintage wine.. mellow ..melodiously
reverbrating.. refreshing reinvigorating.. .. oceans apart...but wont let go
come what may.
photo courtesy
http://waza-aquariusnefarious.buzznet.com/user/photos/?id=2564276
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Unlearn Photography – 29 viewsfiroze shakir malang
pictorial bawa of photography
with dronacharya k g maheshwari
Master said close your eyes
now tell me what you see
through the camera lens of my mind
i saw visual poetry
monochromatic memories
color coupler
emulsifying
what others dare not see
a guru is a need of the hour
touch the lotus feat
beneat the shade of this banyan tree
guru dakshina as devotion
rest complimentary
masters like him come once in a life time
so here take heed and agree
you students wanting to ape atul kasbekar
first in all humility
unlearn photography
This was me disguised as an old man, to accelerate my ageing process, while the Master shot me..untamed domesticity..
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United Colors A Piece – 15 viewswar a reality
on a long lease
all the presidents men
playing police
bare blair dare
cock tease
weapons of mass
destruction
will never decrease
evil hearts
evil intentions increase
the butcher
of bagdhad
predecease
a duplicity
a bigger
cock tease
all wanting
an oilfield
a gluttonous piece
all fucking
a single whore
wantonly
misnamed
Peace
unbordered vaginal
woes
UnbrokeredPeace
no release
birds butterflies and bees
wars will never cease
as long as a whore
united colors a piece
is getting fucked
on the crease
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Unholy Hospitality Mortality – 17 viewsbottled hope
a hope in bad times
chikungunya
dengue
typhoid
on the prowl
all time
unknown fevers
clueless doctors
fatality prone
hospitals
making monies
all time
holy family
only a name
to slaughter
you once
with a relapse
to empty out
all your belongings
all time
nurses mallu malady
a curse all time
id rather die on the road
than be sent to a hospital
to be murdered in cold blood
all time
inumerable tests ..
on death
by doctors of death
all time
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unholy dip – 57 viewsfrom the toilet of an urn
i get my ideas, my poems ,
fuck all,
do i earn
my advise fuck anything that talks
but first fuck to unlearn.
your good health unaided
is my wordly concern..
this i dedicate to the alaskan fern
i did get fucked
they got me by my stern..
from lucknow
in one peace
i hope to return.
bald headed ass, bejewelled ass
barefeet photographer no1
no ordinary son of a gun..
dipping bread in bloodied ketchup
at flickrs i have to learn
wonky pictures of rivers flowing
like urinals i pictorially spurn
killing dead indians
was it how the west was won
from the toilet of an urn
i get my ideas, my poems ,
fuck all,
do i earn
my advise fuck anything that talks
but first fuck to unlearn.
your good health unaided
is my wordly concern..
this i dedicate to the alaskan fern
i did get fucked
they got me by my stern..
from lucknow
in one peace
i hope to return.
bald headed ass, bejewelled ass
barefeet photographer no1
no ordinary son of a gun..
dipping bread in bloodied ketchup
at flickrs i have to learn
wonky pictures of rivers flowing
like urinals i pictorially spurn
killing dead indians
was it how the west was won
my 249th poem. dedicated to smart ass photographers who love colored foreskin
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