Up, Up and Away


If I could ever learn to fly
I’d fly so high, I’d touch the sky
With rolling hills and meadows lush
Things tall and small just passing by

As tears of joy stream through my eye
And clouds of gloom amass, oh my!
I’d force myself to face the wind
Above the storm, I would soar high

The turbulence I’d take in stride
Won’t let the lightning strike my pride
I’d flap my wings so hard it hurts
Keep moving on, nothing to hide

No one would stop me, rain or shine
I’d own the sky and make it mine
And leave all my troubles behind
While guided by the light divine

The pull of gravity I’d fight
Break free from its oppressive might
Mind over matter, will so strong
Won’t let it stop my maiden flight

– Yousuf Bawany, March 2017


Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

In Flight

In Flight

Sometimes when life gets you down and you think you’ve hit rock bottom, remember that you’ll fly again, as there’s no way but up from there on; time never stays the same and heals all wounds.

In response to this week’s photo challenge.

In Perspective: Can’t Fight The Moonlight

Veiled Beauty

Veiled Beauty

What is it with the full moon and women? Even my two-year old daughter goes crazy when she spots it in the night sky.

“Woh dekho munn!”, she screams. [English: ‘Look, there’s the munn!’]

I don’t necessarily get infatuated by the moon in general (unless it’s the moon signifying the start of Ramadan or Eid), but the full version does have some effect on me; I can’t say how or why, but it just does. There is something so serene, so tranquil about the unadulterated light that I just seem to get engulfed by it, losing all sense of time and space. Once a month, I get to appreciate Allah (God) and his glorious ball of stone that steals light from the other glorious ball in the sky (i.e. the sun; duh?).

This phenomenon affects the tides at sea too, which can be found waxing and waning with the phase of the moon, like star-crossed lovers, sighing, knowing they can never be together, yet yearning to meet. There’s actually a lesson, a moral, if you may, hidden somewhere in the last sentence that roughly translates to, “Never give up!”. As far as humans are concerned, I have failed to find any scientific evidence of the full moon’s effect on us or how we behave, although some facts confirming men turning into wolves would be cool (Aaoooo!!!).

I have, however, come across several literary references to the moon and its association with romance, and I couldn’t help put those into perspective as I was driving home the day-before-yesterday. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but admire the dramatic scene unfolding in front of my eyes, the moon interacting with the altocumulus clouds, (yay, Wikipedia!) turning the night sky into a spectacular light show. So as soon as I got home, I grabbed my camera and tripod, rushed to the balcony, set my gear up and starting shooting, much to the annoyance of my beloved wife.

Never in my life have I missed having a telephoto lens as much as I did that particular night. Here are a few images I took from my regular lens and even though the moon looks like a white blob in most pictures, the photos seem to capture the essence of the night pretty neatly. I tried playing with a lot of camera settings and this was perhaps my first ever shoot on manual settings. The photos could have come out better had I invested the time and effort into photo-shopping them, but with two kids (the elder one being two years old), time is a commodity I’m always running short of.

I particularly love the one when the moon hides behind the veil of clouds, partly visible but mostly hidden. It just seems to add an aura of mystery and a hunting beauty to the entire scene. Enjoy!