Shadowed Verses
She slips out of her blankets
Hearing them whimper asleep
Her shadows cross dark corridors
Door to door, she creeps.
She’s unstoppable now,
All her heart now desires
To write under the candle light
Her passion high on fire.
She runs through her words
Draws stories in her head
They sleep in peace knowing
Naima has not gone ahead.
She cares of no one now
She leaves her qualms behind
Naima Ali, the upcoming writer
Is the picture she has in mind.
She remembers how they would torture her
Strangle her passion to death
She remembers the pain, the fear, the sweat
The obstacles, the walls they would set.
The pain she feels, the anger in her
She puts into her lines
Like a burning hearth that ignites the soul
Her words shout out her cries.
This is the Naima she dreams of
This is the Naima she strives to be
Through verses of love, she’ll topple weak walls
Which veiled her face, from the world to see.
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| This was at Shankha's wild yet beautiful garden. Damned I don't remember the name of this beauty :P |
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| Football at our terrace. Golu doing a super duper flip! |
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| @Balarampur village. Mother India I call her! |
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| My little cousin Tito; my only model for pics :P. I love him to pieces. |
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| Tito again. |
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| The days of Film. Some old picture I found of baba in his college years. :) Memories. |
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| Football @ our terrace. It can't get any better! I wish I wouldn't have cut off Golu's legs. Shit :P |
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| Dida, one of the strongest people I know. She knows to live life. <3 |
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| Sam B and the cam. What can I say? I play around with it too much you see :| |
Happy Holi once again!
SAM B
PS All pics takes with a Canon EOS 500D
