A Grand Elopement With Mr Grandpa: Ahem, Ahem, Does Anyone Have A Spare Yellow Van?

I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow

I am a granny lady, I know, but Children’s books fascinate me still
Uncaring of its heaviness, to meet him I’d defy the sharpest hill

My eyes told me to choose this book, Destiny whispered it to my soul
For garden gloves I do wear, especially when tipping in the coal

Long worked are these hands of mine, on paper and on the field
Many people I have brought together, many hearts that I have healed

Oh, I cannot wait to show him the orchard of stories etched in each raggedy glove
Time to scoot from here my dear Reader, awaits my goofy-toothed Love 

I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow… ♥ 

A Musty Afterword: This tender but enormously humorous poem was inspired not only by the one book that I was drawn to whilst on my safari expedition in the Birmingham Library but by the much anticipated and upcoming release of the British comedy film ‘The Lady In The Van’ played by the exceptionally magnetic Maggie Smith, one of my favourite actresses of all time. Tipped for Oscar success, British cinema solidly demonstrates that it is growing from strength to strength on an international front and if You do crack the code and find that You can appreciate and understand its dynamic of dry wit and sardonic humour then You are one step closer in catching me – yes, me, in the silly Yellow van… ♥

Lots of Glove – sorry – Love
Mazzy xxx 

LINK: http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcfilms/film/the_lady_in_the_van

A Grand Elopement To Meet Mr Grandpa

“… I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham Library | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

The Song Of The Berries By My Home

A Very Merry Berry Fabric Of Pace-I’m Continuum: An Afterword!

I am indulging in a brief pit-stop home and thus thought it timely that I could make a decisive contribution in the cure to reverse that horrid influenza of boredom, listlessness and enervation of hope that appears to have clasped onto Your normal cheery self. But before I commence any further on this note I am compelled to speak of the terrible news of the tragic plane crash that occurred in the Sinai desert and that was burnt into cinders, innocence tossed into deathly fires. Word reached of it to my ears yesterday and I prayed to my Creator last night for the souls of the departed and for the families who must now live with the irreplaceable loss of their most cherished ones.

In the heart of the Middle Lands, Mount Sinai, as according to biblical accounts, had once violently come down upon it thunderous lightning, the plummet of terrifying fires and the thickest and blackest and darkest of smoke and mist. Yet is it not so that the intensity of power evoked and embedded in these words of mine pale in mindless insignificance to the loss of lives that we hear of today?

It is said that Moses had once upon a time returned from that desert mountain, holding in his arms with renewed determination the tablets – medicine for the Spirit – on which carved were WORDS destined to help the people to transform into better and more wholesome versions of themselves. To those of the modern sensibility, consider its idealised effect tantamount to a WINDOWS UPDATE, A WHOLE NEW WORLD!

When my WORDS are imitated or copied out of vanity or to satisfy egocentric purposes then you risk deviating from your true Destiny. It is then that your ‘blue monkeys’ become the proponents of flammable rage, your ‘blue mountains’ become as graves, your ‘Light’ the tongue of explosions, in effect you toss your own precious self-integrity into the fire. To those who know who they are, I pray you shall forge your own path.

Today, I, Your humble seamstress and Enantiodromia of the Pen, wish to dispel this air of shadows and mist clinging like the creepy and clinging cobwebs of Halloween and to this end I wished with all my Soul for Destiny to display a little show of Good Magic, something that would make You smile tremendously because it re-affirmed the WORDS of a New Hope that this 5ft 1 Red Leader of Yours has always maintained. WATCH this viral but curative video from the WRAP website of how, on a day marred by tragedy and the macabre darkness of Halloween, I sent a whiff of the PERFUME OF THE DESERT, a RED FABRIC OF PACE-I’M CONTINUUM, that goes a little faster than a SNAIL I do care to admit, scooting through the streets of a noisy city of a NAMELESS SEDUCTIVE POPULACE where I do believe a certain Magic Box is forever waiting for me… :)) :)) :))

Oh my, You are on Your knobbly knees, pleading to me as to how I accomplished such an audacious feat? As per the original poem, the blaze of the secret would require You to make an once-in-a-lifetime adventure to my Home… ♥

Please do look after one another. I shall return soon with a sackful of new stories blessed with the warmest spices of the hearth and the deepest laughter moonlit from the chambers of the good heart.

Eternally Yours,
Mazzy xxx

LINK TO A-MAZ-ING VIDEO: http://www.thewrap.com/aladdin-magic-carpet-ride-nyc-stunt-jesse-wellens-casey-neistat/

Black-green forest mesh of spikes, dark matter of holly
It peeked through thick bars, a desire to show my Vision
That it was not a creature of solemn, crepuscular design

Red.
Red defiant!
Bright, ten thousand waxed orbs of dominance
Heartbeat threads of a Persian carpet, rare and enchanted
Infinity surely tossed, coiled and exhausted within these nameless seductive populace
And I thought hard about the decency of taste that must hide
Inside that explosion of winter’s foetal expression

Someday I shall bring my Love here, before this alter of red balloons
To show him the blaze of the secret, how Real Poetry works… :))

“Someday I shall bring my Love here, before this alter of red balloons
To show him the blaze of the secret, how Real Poetry works…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015  

To Annette: A Bit Of Idol Worship!

I secured the vow to myself long ago that if the camera was indeed to be my accomplice in life, in tow with the pen, that I would deploy this magical piece of gizmo to celebrate the stories of the people who inhabit or, by happenstance, enter my universe. Never to promote or popularise my own face, in time my humble camera soon became the teacher of selfless action, a non-intrusive means to perform the spiritual exercise of abstaining from at least one of the indulgences of the ego. What followed was a double sense of blessing as it soon came upon me that I levitated with immeasurable joy whenever the opportunity arose to recite and archive, in pictures and words, the story of those dear to me, and, of course, not in any degree less so for those souls that, by fated force, crossed my path in the journey.

A most treasured, dearest friend and Fairy Godmother, Annette, is one such soul whom my camera has defiantly promised to always seek, for Annette is a goldmine for painting the sort of portraiture that overthrows the slightest slivers of despair or sadness away from the mind of the viewer. Annette never ceases to amaze me with her infectious sense of humour, firework charisma and incandescent optimism. In short, and to my pride and joy, she is my idol, a figure that awes and inspires and I pray that even when I reach her golden age I am able to carry that same magnitude of citrusy zest for life and share it with others, as she has done so for me.

If You ever feel the need to shake hands with the person responsible for putting the edge into my cheeky eccentricity and who sealed my Destiny as the 5ft 1 hobbitina that happily suffers from an irreversible bout of eternal optimism then, here is your saintly culprit: Ladies, Gentlemen and Children, please give a round of an applause to my Star Idol, Annette… :)) :)) :))


LINK TO PAST ARTICLE:
http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-A-Portrait-Of-A-Star-Meet-My-Friend-Annette/511979/2051432/view

"... Annette never ceases to amaze me with her infectious sense of humour, firework charisma and incandescent optimism..."

“… Annette never ceases to amaze me with her infectious sense of humour, firework charisma and incandescent optimism…”

"... she is my idol, a figure that awes and inspires and I pray that even when I reach her golden age I am able to carry that same magnitude of citrusy zest for life and share it with others, as she has done so for me..."

“… she is my idol, a figure that awes and inspires and I pray that even when I reach her golden age I am able to carry that same magnitude of citrusy zest for life and share it with others, as she has done so for me…”

"... I secured the vow to myself long ago that if the camera was indeed to be my accomplice in life, in tow with the pen, that I would deploy this magical piece of gizmo to celebrate the stories of the people who inhabit or, by happenstance, enter my universe..."

“… I secured the vow to myself long ago that if the camera was indeed to be my accomplice in life, in tow with the pen, that I would deploy this magical piece of gizmo to celebrate the stories of the people who inhabit or, by happenstance, enter my universe…”

 

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

 

My Mumsy’s Veil Catches & Lifts Up All Hearts!

If Your powers of remembrance and observation serve You well then You may succeed in recalling that in my post entitled, ‘Garden Party With Alice’, I took the liberty of utilising the phrase ‘triangulation of elements’ to refer to the handsome bounties ripe and shimmering inside my garden – including the fruit trees and a certain White Rabbit – and whose availability led them to be literally picked on the occasion to enhance the storytelling rationale of the shoot. I proceeded to assert that the eccentricity of my methods and style of photography was always underscored by an atmosphere of fun, the ‘very, merry, berry’ sort!  In euphoric leaps that would drive a bunny rabbit back into its puny hole I am thrilled to tell You that today yet another garden party vivaciously took centre stage at our Home and this time my good friend, Sachi, was also present, whom I do fear might have left the house in an unfashionably drunken state after I lost count in my servings of the newest tea that is making headlines in my pantry – a coconut, lychee and green tea mixture! Giggle, giggle!

Anyway, my anticipatory Reader, while my friend and I engrossed ourselves with a healthy catch-up of news, my Mumsy sneaked out towards the back of the garden and using her Veil she began to pick the bulbously and juicy green pears, each yearning to reach the platter of a table so that they may feel their untapped sweetness on the tongue of the merrymaker. As she did so it dawned on me that my Mumsy was the epitome of the Soul of the Giver, to share whatever fell in her lap was the singular feed by which she could ever hope to touch the bright sensation of happiness.

After Mumsy had picked the choicest berries, pears and the heart and affections of yet another friend entering into her aura of Motherly Love – which is very lucidly blatant in the purest bliss that so gorgeously blossoms on Sachi’s face – I soon came across another extraordinary ‘triangulation of elements’. Posted by an astronomy page on Facebook today, there it was, beautifully resonating the cosmic universality of the message that a Mother’s Veil forever seeks to pick happiness and lift up the spirits of all those whom she devotes her heart to… :)) :)) :))

LINK: https://www.facebook.com/AstronomyPictureOfTheDay/photos/a.149744531727683.22546.147511511950985/878072975561498/?type=1&theater

“… my Mumsy was the epitome of the Soul of the Giver, to share whatever fell in her lap was the singular feed by which she could ever hope to touch the bright sensation of happiness…”

“… Mumsy had picked the choicest berries, pears and the heart and affections of yet another friend entering into her aura of Motherly Love – which is very lucidly blatant in the purest bliss that so gorgeously blossoms on Sachi’s face….”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | Winchester | UK 2015

Mon Etalon Péruvienne, Anternor! (My Peruvian Stallion, Anternor!)

Diary 7: Mon Etalon Péruvienne, Anternor! (My Peruvian Stallion, Anternor!)

Aah…your accent is… so…so… clear and…erm… beautiful. I understand every word you saying. I can listen and listen you know…”, the broken English was shyly spoken with a detectable hint of breathless eagerness, our delightfully congenial and warm spirited hotel receptionist, the wonderful Mr Anternor from Peru, plunged instantly under my spell!

Always acting with routine formality when he served the other customers, in my presence he adorably thrust his chest out and beamed smiles so wide that I would urge climate scientists to consider his ebullient nature as one of the fundamental causes of the growing meltdown of icebergs at the two poles of the planet!

So tell me, where are you from? You speak is so so so…..mmmmm. Not like Americans, I can never understand what they say!” Anternor’s shoulders were in the throes of a subtle sway, this chap was decisively smitten by my voice and my eloquence of speech and I rewarded him with a teasing pause in which time the black of his pupils grew larger.

I am very touched by your compliments, thank you so very much! I am from England, a small town with a formidable regal history, it is called Winchester”, I simply loved how time and time again I was given the opportunity to widen the audience of acquaintances who come to know about my tiny city in which I grew up in.

Aah, never been there. I been to Oxford and London. London, very expensive! Next time, I go to your town to see you, ok?”  Mr Anternor’s enthusiasm was truly inspiring, what a darling of a man! He did not come across as the creepy sort that most of You might have jumped to the conclusion to at this point. Far from it, Mr Anternor’s character shone with the honeyed nostalgia of the friendliness of strangers one tends to find in the countryside. For me, he was a fellow kindred spirit, complimenting my own connecting nature and, evidencing confirmation once again that even in the greatest of cities, irrespective  of their impersonal and alienating maps, You are bound to make at least one good mate! I found mine in Mr Anternor, my Peruvian stallion!

Of course, of course, it will be an amazing pleasure to welcome you to Winchester! Do come and see me, I shall be waiting!” And to these words Mr Anternor lifted off the ground a few inches, he had received the best commission of the day!

Thank you, thank you. You know, your voice…. I….I think very nice…” He was definitely Peruvian, for he felt no shame at all in being a man and at the same time expressing what he felt at heart without offending the lady. He mastered it with style, class, and sincerity.

I seriously did want to give him a huge bear hug and to tell him that he ought to sit down and rest with a cup of tea! I had tired him far too much! But it was what he said next that brought to crystal light the true reason that lay behind this comical exchange of dialogue.

“Your voice beautiful…. calm…. clear… peaceful…. I think you must be…. er……. er doctor, right…?”

I knew in my heart, before the conversation had taken root, that he had already painted my soul in the picture of a healer.

Well, I am a kind of doctor….

I swear Anternor’s eyes had walked out of their alcoves. Cautiously they floated closer to my face, they wished to capture the entirety of what I had reserved to reveal to him, so as to complete my preceding truncated sentence.

I am a Teacher…

Anternor’s face lit up like the moon…   :))

My Peruvian Stallion, Anternor

“… Far from it, Mr Anternor’s character shone with the honeyed nostalgia of the friendliness of strangers one tends to find in the countryside. For me, he was a fellow kindred spirit…”

EPILOGUE: This transcript is NOT a work of fiction. If You are plagued by disbelief then may I suggest You get in touch with my brother and sister, Ab and Jen Jens. They were stood in the lobby the whole time, impatiently! Giggle, giggle!

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Our Hotel | Paris | France 2015

Hard On The Outside, Soft On The Inside

‘Hard on the outside, soft on the inside’ is the best way to describe my bro, Sambo
An Akido expert, a Bruce Lee fan, bringing down bad guys – a chop suey show!
But if there is one weakness in this superhero that I shall never be successful to cleanse
It is that of all the people I know Sambo is the shyest in front of my lens…!

EPILOGUE: My brother and I are both genuine addicts of martial arts films, I would not be surprised one bit if we were to discover that we had the complete films of Jackie Chan in our entertainment vault! It is both our belief – although he is more reticent in admitting it – that every hardcore chap or chapette comes with a mandatory heart of marshmallows. If You are disbelieving my words then I suggest You click on the Link below! Paddington’s request is still pending… :))

LINK:  https://www.facebook.com/jackie/photos/a.98876792317.90092.30382852317/10153571286417318/?type=1&theater

Hard On The Outside, Soft In The Inside

“… But if there is one weakness in this superhero that I shall never be successful to cleanse
It is that of all the people I know Sambo is the shyest in front of my lens…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

A Painting Of Our Class: Miss Garlic, Mr Garlic And Seven Naughty Ones!

Imagination knows no limits with this adorable student of mine
By heart she can recite the songs of Disney’s ‘Frozen’ line by line!
In our Special Ed class, on the last day of college, she set diligently to task
Breathing animation on paper, a portrait of paints: our faces in mask
We all grow out from green grass as like the pure bodies of garlic, a smiling army
Included in the frame is Miss Garlic – and that of course would be me!
My student, cheeky as she is, drew in a Mr Garlic, my Love yet to materialise
And loyally in suit follow seven little naughty ones, You do realise
That they refer to the students although I predict Mr Garlic would interpret differently
Wishing me to be mother to his seven children unconditionally!
What an incorrigible rascal my husband is! What a crook, what a fool!
Yet in this humble heart of mine he kisses the walls of my throbbing school
Ah, one last thing before I scoot, the wave of blue in the sky is not what you think
Rather, proof repeats again that our Destinies are irrefutably in sync:
It is the flutter of a deep blue cape belonging to the real Mr Garlic who is out somewhere
And that is why next to my adorable student I have left him an empty chair… :))

BREAKING NEWS – BREAKING NEWS – BREAKING NEWS: My preeminent and artistic student described in the aforementioned poem and shown below displays a penchant for applying the white canvas to a constructive LOAD of colours. The final effect is a pleasure to the eyes, I am sure you will agree on this. I regret to inform everyone that the same cannot be said about Mr Garlic, my imaginary husband, who seems to have picked up a very unhealthy habit of UPLOADING socks into the washing machine and, worse still, singing about them in the most dreadfully out-of-pitch voice! Dear Garlic ji, I know Your heart is white and so You wish to see the same degree of cleanliness in Your apparel but, honestly, leave the socks to me! Giggle, giggle… :))

LINK: https://www.facebook.com/zoomtv/photos/a.10152176046864123.1073741862.81147439122/10153400984839123/?type=1&theater

A Painting Of Our Class: Miss Garlic, Mr Garlic And Seven Naughty Ones!

“… We all grow out from green grass as like the pure bodies of garlic, a smiling army
Included in the frame is Miss Garlic – and that of course would be me…”

Photography & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

Love And Light

In our Special E(i)d art class a theatrical lady of rhapsodic epic talent
Wished to transmit a message to You therefore stop, listen, be silent!
Nothing is more beautiful than Love that has weathered the storms of Life
Hearts whose cavities are built on Faith, to withstand attack and strife
Even solar winds are no match against the Light inside my heart and Yours
Deflection proffered on us thanks to bending of Universal laws
And today, behold, New Horizons proved my premonitions right
Oh how indebted I am to Destiny to bless me with the Gift of Sight
Click or copy on the link below, let your voice turn to speechless awe
As You watch the tail – sorry – tale of our Love shoot out from the back door!
Composed of iconic-ionic bonds that will trail infinitely into Space
True Love is a strange thing indeed yet Ours will never erase
And if You turn NASA’s page vertical You will see my face on this blessed Eid night
Skin the midnight blue of Krishna, a veil stitched of the reddest Light…

BREAKING NEWS – BREAKING NEWS – BREAKING NEWS: A very special Message from NASA’s New Horizons project that neatly proves that nothing is more beautiful than Love that has weathered the storms of Life! If you are particularly imaginative you might also pick up an interesting signal providing you turn your screen around: An intriguing self-portrait of me in a veiled form with ripples of a ‘third eye’ on my forehead. Oh now, do stop giggling – or, are you on the contrary smiling and bereft of words… :))

Link: https://www.facebook.com/NASA/photos/a.67899501771.69169.54971236771/10153404713986772/?type=1&theater

Love & Light

“… Nothing is more beautiful than Love that has weathered the storms of Life
Hearts whose cavities are built on Faith, to withstand attack and strife…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

The Shade Of My Locks

On bare ancient rocks, waves lashing from the sea, I closed my eyes and whispered your name
The shade of my locks healed your sores from afar and now your body a candle, anew in frame and flame…

The Shade Of My Locks

“… The shade of my locks healed your sores from afar and now your body a candle, anew in frame and flame… “

Photography & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | St Peter’s Port | Guernsey | Channel Islands 2014

Inside My Onyx Eyes

No servant of darkness is born yet to blacken locks of despair over my skies
My world with you is the laughter of God and safe it resounds in these onyx eyes…

Inside My Onyx Eyes

“… My world with you is the laughter of God and safe it resounds in these onyx eyes… “

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Guernsey Museum | Guernsey | Channel Islands 2014