A BEGINNER'S PHOTOGRAPHY

Hey there, I know for many out there photography would be some piece of cake. But we beginners know exactly how it feels when you for the 1st time start learning that most beautiful invention by mankind that captures the moments and defines your imaginations like no one does!! And that's why we fall for photography like some addiction to emotion. So for now enough of words here, check out my first photography assignment!! If you wonder why... well may be if you're a beginner like me, watch it for some motivation!! and if you're a junkie already!! What about some walking down the memory lane... when you were a beginner yourself!!

A Beginner's photography:

EVEN THE PAIN SPARKS LIKE FIREFLIES   (ABSTRACT)

DIFFICULT ROADS MAKE MEMORABLE JOURNEYS.  (B&W 1)

ONE DAY, ALL YOUR CHILDREN WILL HAVE IS PICTURES OF YOU. MAKE SURE YOU’RE IN THEM. NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK LIKE. FOR THEY WOULD JUST WANT TO SEE YOU. (B&W 2)

                                                                     SAB MOH MAYA HAI   (B&W 3)

                                                           THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY TO GROW   (BLUR)

  AND LIKE A TREE NO MATTER HOW TALL YOU GROW, KEEP STRONG WITH YOUR ROOTS (Bug's eye view)

I CHOSE THE PATH LESS TRAVELED BY, THAT IS WHAT MADE THE DIFFERENCE.  (LANDSCAPE)

 RAISE THE CHILDREN WHO DON’T HAVE TO RECOVER FROM THEIR CHILDHOOD. (B&W 3)

IT TURNS THE WAVES INTO MELTED HONEY, EVEN THE SKY LOOKS BLUSHING AROUND. THE BREEZE WHISPERED WITH A SYMPHONY. THE GOLDEN SUNSET WAS TO BE BLAMED FOR ALL.  (SEA SCAPE)

My Novel and Me: It's Complicated

Oh my beloved 'Novel' to be
Why don't keep it simple and easy
Don't you aspire to be a best seller
You would be my master piece
And I... your story teller

Everyday I think of you, Oh Beloved 'Novel' to be
Why creating you is so complicated...
Don't compare me with your elite writers here
Cause I'm your naive creator
No William Shakespeare

Tell me what genre should I serve you 

Romance, horror, thriller, or a parody blue

Why do you do this, Oh my beloved 'Novel' to be

You're still not impressed, are you already?
I'm thinking of Characters to gift you indeed
For satisfying you is such a tragedy!!

Oh beloved Novel, my 'Novel' to be
Now I quit on you, as it's not easy

we aren't made for each other,
And I hope that you see...

Because I've fallen for someone
who's more interesting than you
She's elegant yet funny
Not as complicated as you
Here she is in my every word
I wanted to create you, Oh Novel

But ended up creating a 'Poem'
I ended up creating HER!!

                                                

The kiss of death

The wee hours of the day, I cannot sleep, but still laying on the soft  foamed bed with the most important person laying next to me. Her hands were constantly cuddling my head, I felt her love and so I buried my face towards her chest , slowly a gentle voice is melting into my ears.. Now I'm a bit sleepy .. Of course I could never grow too old to sleep next to my mother..
But all of a sudden something interrupts our perfect isolation, I was wondering what was it... A harsh knock at the door, It was my neighbor, he uttered something, I don't know what he meant, but I know that was something not good, something that was too incomprehensive for me to take, may be that was the reason why my mother told me to stay in the house and go to sleep unless she returned.
But now, how could I? I saw my mom rushing to the neighborhood in haste, I had never seen her face so blue before.. Within a fraction or two... I was alone, for a moment I struggled to sleep.. But this time, I heard horrifying sounds.. In no moment there were cries and weeps trashing into my ears... What was going on outside? ... I ran out to see it..
 For the first time ever I saw my elders crying,  what had happened, it was scaring me.. breaking out a cold sweat, I tried to make out what was it... until I saw my aunt was kept on a wooden plank with a white sheet over her.. too young to know that the white sheet over her mere body is nothing but a shroud. I collected my guts by bits and pieces, I went near ..more near...The house was full of people, full of weeps, full of tears, full of sympathy combined with empathy, (However every single one of those dominated by the fear and thankfulness that nothing like this eventuated with them ) masked with the words of condolences.  But in that room full of people a place was now forever vacant, within the frequency of those sounds a weird and scary silence was born. Now, I was next to her feet, I saw my mom crying and at the same time consoling the little child who was just like me... I realized that everybody were crying the blues but that little boy. Maybe just like me even he was too young to identify what had happened.

Years after then, today I know it. I know that then we both were in the same place, of the same age... But the only difference was.. he was given something ruthless.. It was the kiss of death... That knows no emotions but still owes them all... And me... The fate has kept my share for the predetermined and the very inevitable time in itself, INDEED just like all.

Love Unleashed

Heavenly torture
I can feel you, but can't touch you
Oh! the perfect isolation.

I'm savouring your trace,
With all patience and grace,
Sinking are my senses

The hearts are melting
Souls unleashed
None remain here
Darling, but we

Our happiest moments
The holy matrimony or
May be a gazing-stock...
For the life's irony

And now
My Patience suffers
As your shyness bids adieuEverything has evaporated.
Even the time looks merciful

The moment is freezing
Bet all the odds now
Grab me by hands
As the night gets darker

Awaiting to breathe
From this endless run
You be my undone man
And I...
I'll be your lady undone

When I came across her Portrayal

The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover,Temperamentally high, tentatively low...
The heat of the hell, the angel's halo.
No, she's not flawless, may not she be pure,
Criminal that she is, also a victim to lure...
The dumbest of the nut, wisest on the earth,
The rebellion to death, a prisoner by birth.
A friend to keep, an enemy to owe,
A secret to hide, a vanity to show...
She's Inferior to sympathy, and superior to ego.
The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover
With care and possession that make her a lover
A beautiful Mirage, you can hardly get over
The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover. 

You could count on her smile,
But not for the while
As hitherto her pains
have walked for a mile...
A beautiful soul with endless power
The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover

 Her love and bother, both make her a mother
Intelligence and absurdity that embrace her integrity
A beautiful sister, who could never see you lower
The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover
Her shyness and pride, both makeup a bride
She's the force of  the water, your ambitious daughter
A beautiful rain or thy heavenly shower
The portray of a woman is a portray in a cover

A woman is an art, deep, wide and vast
A portray to be made but never to be last
You bet all the odds, and make it a treasure
It's a portray of a woman, you better keep in cover