Blueberries: My Midnight Lord’s Rosary Beads

I am stood in the lush pea-green sea of my garden bathed in June evening light
The profuse blush jasmine star-flowers rushes exotic scents to my twilight
Passions that signify my Dark Lord and impelled my ankletless feet become
To hurry like a Hajji towards my beloved blueberry Shaam

His leaves are little, tear dropped, halcyon of delicateness
His berries, vestibules of blue-black sweet mightiness
As if each were a nighthawk blessed in a rosary bead
Each a leather-tan flesh seeking Meera’s desirous feed

After flash rinsing my handpicked midnight stowaways
I sit in the kitchen and the jasmine plays
And settles on my wooden tray of berries, a smile wets my fair unkissed face
To know for surety that in a second or two He will melt into my space…

Blueberries: My Midnight Lord's Rosary Beads

“… Passions that signify my Dark Lord and impelled my ankletless feet become
To hurry like a Hajji towards my beloved blueberry Shaam…”

Photography & Poem: Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Handpicked Blueberries From My Garden | Winchester | UK 2014

Meet Colonel Green Tweed!

Every which way I turned, the serpentine streets of London showed themselves to be empires of frenzied footsteps made of scampering strangers, cramped spaces teeming with a living museum of the city’s diverse and complex human characters. I had only just sprung out from the underground tube and into the reassurance of familiar daylight when this rather dapper and stylishly suited gentleman appeared out of the corner of my eye! Donned in green tweed, monocle confidently propped up, festooned with a bushy moustache on a canvas of face that was generously rotund and complementing his equally portly belly, I was curious to know precisely what such a figure of dignified antiquity was viewing on his phone. Perhaps he was requesting that he should be sent back to his own TIME? Or, was he texting Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, demanding to know where his pick-up car had gone that was promised to him? What a delight that this eccentric chap should spark endless stories in my head and to remind me that even in the most chaotic and impersonal of places my eyes could still make out exquisite pockets of magic…

Meet Colonel Green Tweed!

“Donned in green tweed, monocle confidently propped up, festooned with a bushy moustache on a canvas of face that was generously rotund and complementing his equally portly belly…”


Photograph & Journal Excerpt:
 © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Central London | UK 2014

The Enchantments Of Being A Visual Storyteller

Without expending too many words or labyrinthine explanations, I humbly slide this photograph of mother and child before you and with a fond smile, the sort only reserved for old friends, I tell you, “This is why I have no time to take Selfies…”

Sincerest respect to all visual storytellers who sought their reflections in the souls of others, in the hearts of flowers… :))
Your humblest Magic Maker, Mazzy x 

The Enchantments Of Being A Visual Storyteller

“… This is why I have no time to take Selfies…”

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winter Reunion Series | 2015

A Study Of My Uncle’s Tea-Shirt!

No, no Rana Mama (Uncle), you have got it all wrong and twisted and misshapen! Diesel does not make for successful living (T-shirt slogans are hugely telling of one’s dispositions)! Wellington boots, violins, books, tea and silver moonlight win me any day but the smoothie sludge of fossilised creatures, I do not think so! Get with the programme, Mama! I shall acquit you this time round since you are doing a most marvellous job in this photograph at making two very fine ladies smile as if they are welcoming a national hero back to the homestead! Close shave Mama, close shave!

P.S. To those who read my previous post, does it not look like as if the luscious vine pattern from our red Chinese teapot has magically teleported and boisterously spread itself across my Aunty’s living room wall….? :))

A Study Of My Uncle's Tea-Shirt!

“… Wellington boots, violins, books, tea and silver moonlight win me any day but the smoothie sludge of fossilised creatures, I do not think so! Get with the programme, Mama…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Spring Reunion Series | London | UK 2015

Beijing Bicycle Meets Chinese Teapot In An English Town

A highly ornate porcelain Chinese teapot, adorned in a luxuriant glaze of red and designed with precision geometry, sits centre stage behind a glass window of a little shop in my home town of Winchester. Scattered dried leaves, golden and delicate, surround the majestic vessel as though an audience from outside have showered it upon her in celebratory tribute! The magic of this photograph lies in its wonderful stroke of synchronicity, a brew of quantum entanglement, only visible by those open to such strange feats of the universe. The horizontal sea of lines made by the hung bamboo blind behind her is suddenly interrupted by a passing cyclist rushing, as it were, through the heart of the teapot. China is a world away from Winchester, but the coming together of the classic vehicle of choice of the Chinese and my red teapot was to me a moment of pure Magic, as if someone had folded time and space, creating a rabbit hole by which two points on the map became one…

Beijing Bicycle and Chinese Teapot!

“… A highly ornate porcelain Chinese teapot, adorned in a luxuriant glaze of red and designed with precision geometry, sits centre stage behind a glass window of a little shop in my home town…”

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2013/2015 

My Dream Team: Brazil, Argentina and Orange Sunshine!

I am an elfin orb, bejewelled in the murmurs of twinkling marigolds
I am a honey-glazed sultanate, battlement of tangy armadas untold
I am the golden mistress of earthen vines, envy of treasures laden in honeycombs
I am the dimple-cratered firefly, exiling dull taste-lords from tongue’s memory tombs
I am the source of your coronation when you embalm me in your hands
I am the secondary heat in your body’s shifting sands
Whenever your thoughts laze on me from where you are
In my whitewashed room I become a czar of summer
Oh – and please be gentle as you peel my skin’s armour… (Wink of eye!)

My Dream Team: Brazil, Argentina and Orange Sunshine!

“… I am the golden mistress of earthen vines, envy of treasures laden in honeycombs
I am the dimple-cratered firefly, exiling dull taste-lords from tongue’s memory tombs…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | An Orange Ode To The Summer Solstice | My Home | Winchester | 2014

Love Is In The Air!

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! I stepped foot into the town’s adorably small shopping centre and immediately I felt that someone from somewhere had, with adept anonymity, serenaded my path with shimmering displays of floating hearts. Watch as the word LOVE emblazons triumphant in the hugest and boldest affectation of red ink!

Ahem, ahem, could it have been your childish antics by any chance? Giggle, giggle…!

Love Is In The Air!

“… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! I stepped into the town’s adorably small shopping centre and immediately I felt that someone from somewhere had, with adept anonymity, serenaded my path with shimmering displays of floating hearts…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winter Reunion Series | Northumberland | UK 2015

Tagore’s Brighton: A Message From Brighton Pier To You

As I looked out onto Brighton Pier, stood on the very pebbled beach that Tagore might have once trodden, listened into the hymn of the sea, and the rolling of the lathering waves onto the skin of the shore, I felt a renewed Faith that the path I had chosen in life was indeed mine to take. In my middle years of this life I remain to stand in unshaken defiance of the customs, conventions and expectations of the world in which I was born into. To this day I have not held the hand of any man nor submitted my affections to suitors seeking it, for my loyalty lies with a vision I experienced as a little girl in which I saw, distinct yet vague, of myself and my Love. It was a beautiful encounter that occurred in the most mundane of places imaginable, in the middle of an ordinary-looking doorway… :))

If I am united with my Love in the life that remains then I should like to bring him to this spot, in Brighton, where over a century ago another intoxicant of the pen and gardener of the heart cultivated secret dreams that sought roots between the pages of books but, whose words touched destinations of more extensive reach, soothing the psychology of a nation scarred by senseless polarisation.

The breeze revolting with the net of my dark locks, I contemplated that if he were here, I would turn to face my Love and whisper in his ear, “There was only flat sea, still and blue, where you look out to now. A simple horizon and the odd wader’s legs tip-toeing, stirring rings on the water before disappearing again into the skies. When I heard that you were coming to me, the membrane between the real world and the dream world fell into agony and split. A great white palace rose from the sea with unrestrained ecstasy. I recognised it immediately. Look over there, that is where I have kept safe all my poems of you…”

Tagore’s Brighton: A Message From Brighton Pier To You

“… If I am united with my Love in the life that remains then I should like to bring him to this spot, in Brighton, where over a century ago another intoxicant of the pen and gardener of the heart cultivated secret dreams…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Brighton Pier & Brighton Pavillion | Brighton | East Sussex | UK 2015

La Dolce Vita!

Budge over Mr Amundsen and Mr Shackleton, both you chaps have some enormously LARGE SHOES to fill ahead of you because neither of you were able to cross between the polar caps as fast and as industriously as our Prime Minister of Strawberries, Lady Tania who in this scene shimmies from pole to pole without even a hint of doubt or trepidation suggested in the sway of her actions! On the contrary, she seems to be far more concerned with making it known that her sense of style even in the most treacherous of conditions is never for one moment under threat. Keeping up appearances no matter what the task ahead – how very British of her! In conclusion, I postulate that all who have entertained the idea of death-defying polar explorations for the future should invest in a strawberry red woolly and, to add credence to my argument, experiments are already under way at CERN to determine whether such coloured apparel proffers an advantage in establishing a symbiotic relation between the wearer and the Earth’s magnetic field and therefore help speed up the trek to the polar cap. WHAT? Why are you LAUGHING?! Oh, do go and bogwash your head down the toilet! Giggle, giggle!

La Dolce Vita!

“… Budge over Mr Amundsen and Mr Shackleton, both you chaps have some enormously large shoes to fill ahead of you because neither of you were able to cross between the polar caps as fast and as industriously as our Prime Minister of Strawberries, Lady Tania…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Spring Reunion Series | London | UK 2015

Undercover Bobby Captures Mastermind! Mumsy Still On Loose!

MI6 have just confirmed that the short stripy one you see
Is in fact an employee of the British Intelligence Agency!
Oh my goodness gracious me, he had us all fooled yesterday!
Stubby hands known to have detained criminals, as far as India’s Bombay
But like all our Brit Bobbies, he captures his witless prey with a smile
Hence, his older offending brother gives in to this unique arresting style
Do not become complacent for there is one more thief, a plump plum on the loose
Approach her with caution otherwise risk losing your heart to my Mother Goose…!!

Undercover Bobby Captures Mastermind! Mumsy Still On Loose!

“… MI6 have just confirmed that the short stripy one you see
Is in fact an employee of the British Intelligence Agency…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | International Amma Day | Spring Re-Union Series | Winchester | UK 2015