Dwell, I Do !

Dwell, I Do!

Of all the beautiful memories you remember

Hold them dear, keen to your heart forever

For those you reminiscence but not spare:

‘That I’ll be standing waiting here. . . .’

With last notes, by the oak, your footsteps to hear

Then when they deny you coming once. . . .

Memories of mine would render you wince

Because you know, in the vicinage of your heart, I’m not far

For dwell, I do!

In the midst of your heart

Bound amid chains of deathless love

And nil tainted are they, no dirt . . .

Dwell, I forever do!

Rapturously entangled in your presence

Like the concluding frailty of a seceding snow

Or the center queen of a tribal dance

Dwell, I do!

Of heavenly devotion, and of endless amity

While they spoke of Passion, Amour! Remember me?

Shrouded by melancholia, being on quest for serenity

When clouded was the realms of heaven, and so far you see

With panacea, by the Eden’s door, you found me near

The laurels were in bloom when I healed your wounds

Within my arms, you reclined, as downpour drenched the grounds

In the boulevards of futurity, thus when in pain, know I’m no far…

Here dwell, I do!

In you…….amid the core of your heart

Armored against the curse of coy and decay

My memories would live, as words…..or piece of art

Dwell, I forever do!

As thy keystone of your existence

Like that of an ensuing morning haze

When doleful, with caress, to kiss your face

Dwell, I do!!

Someday, deep down of you

I vow, you would know it’s true:

‘That within me…….you too

Dwell, you do!’

sinorita.bushra@yahoo.com

28/06/10

Reflections From My Pensive Hours

If time came to a standstill, and all the people around me stopped moving,for eons and beyond I would walk through a never-ending path beautifully strewn with leaves of the Fall,in solitude, and let the rapturous wind caress my hair,the soft twilight glow kiss my face. . . .and with the enigmatic vastness of nature, I'd share all my agony, loneliness and fervent desires!

The ways of life are like that of a competition. A never-ending marathon race, without a specific distance,where the witty ones always keep running no matter the stain!For once you to pant , it's as if Darwin's ghost resurfaces around you, to smirk and say "Only the Fittest survives". . .so I chose to be an UNBEATABLE competitor ,and till that day I swear never to stop again !

You don't need to be an 'adult' to be amazing writer . How many years you've walked the World isn't necessary either; you could be born just a few years back ,and yet write effortlessly. All you need is a "beautiful mind" , "unwavering passion" to sketch your thoughts on paper and the "indomitable courage"  to TELL THE WORLD that what you write MATTERS!

Photography: The "Amateur" Me.

  Just a few words before I let you scrutinise my captures.Poetry and short stories maybe my specialty  but I'm a new bird when it comes to photography! 

What intrigues me about photography is its effortless prowess at expressing the untold stories hidden in the intricacies of the picture.A photograph always speaks about the enigma of the 'captured' moment ,and reveals the aesthetic charisma of its photographer! 

  My captures here represent very amateur efforts. But I aspire to be passionate about photography one day :) This was one of those quests where I ventured into the outer world with no DSLR but just a Cybershot 13.0 mega pixel . . . 

   My shots maybe quite immature, but all of them have stories to tell. Hope you give them a chance :) Figure out the untold tales in our daily life! Adieu.
[For a larger view, click on the photos]





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The Unwavering Passion That None Recognizes. . .



Photo Courtesy: Bushra A. Chowdhury

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Away from Home : Confession of a Lonely Hour

   The blaring rumble of a nearby generator went on . . . . .so did the sonorous movement of cutleries .And surrounded by every possible inanimate objects, I sat in pin drop silence with not a single soul to talk to. True, the house where I was waited was inhabited then.But what good was that to me? With the servants keyed up to get the most of their master's absence , and the boys locked in their rooms, who would I share my loneliness with? The inexplicable awkwardness of the dilemma I was in was beyond endurance! Neither could I stay a second longer to confront this deadly isolation nor could I rush to my world of comfort. They simply wouldn't let me in!

  It was almost 5:50 pm then. I had been waiting in solitude for the past ,unending 50 minutes. Who knew how longer would it be till I could peacefully part my ways with this cancerous solitude? The maid servant gave me a short visit 10 minutes ago, apparently to exchange pleasantries . Outside a sinister darkness was peeping through the lacy curtains, standing guard at the windows. I knew ,at home, everyone was basking in their familiar warmth , too busy in their works to even think of me. I couldn't help but open the floodgate ,in my heart, to abhorrence, fury and frustration!

  Finally I've understood why people never mind being called "workaholics". Why should they? Work ,after all, DEFINES the essence of life and is a thousand times better than unending hours of futile waiting, with nothing to do. Oh , how I wished I could call up Mom and cry to her ears my miseries! But the indulgent whim of fate kept me from being a child again; I knew time had changed and so did Mom. How could I be naive enough to forget I have "grown up" , to the world, to an age when Mom didn't worry about me anymore?

   It was everyone else's time for selfishly tending to their own needs; but my time for waiting. But what was I to wait for?  To return empty-handed? And to pick up the shattered pieces of dying hope that'd be left in the end? Or just void? Two drops of anguish rolled down while I scribbled away with the pen, but I didn't stop to wipe them. I didn't let loose my restraint on emotions . . . . for I knew, those were premonitions of pain but I had no panacea to that!

  I did not know know how longer this ordeal would last. Every bit of me was seething in fury! Was the phone call a disguised "mockery" ? All these years of living together under the same roof, yet today, they asked if I felt insecure at a completely strange place! Like that isn't normal?? Ah, what a great humor the  so-called 'reality' has! 

  Twenty minutes left for the minute hand to strike 6. No one on  the Earth could stop me from leavign this frantic , lonely house the moment it's 6:30 pm. No one could! I wanted to leave and RIGHT THEN! 120 precious minutes of my life wasted just for petty bucks and "some discomforts". . . .Funny! And people tell me "they" are the most selfless beings on Earth??! They LIED!!