Life & Living

Hair so long, Hair so pretty

For most people, dressing up or looking good includes some attention bestowed on perfecting the hairstyle. Be it the simple elegance of silky, flowing tresses, or the intricacy of complicated braids, or chic updos, hair deserves and gets a lot of attention, praise, and care. It catches the fancy of poets, and enthralls their muses. It is after all, the crowning glory for most women.

Woven colours

Into her auburn hair,

She weaves dreams and stories.

The colours carefully interlaced;

Alter by the week.

Each shade resembles her mood.

Sometimes fiery, sometimes blue.

Cascading down her delicate skin,

Are the midnight waves of emotions and dreams!

 

 

Heavenly curls

I trailed my hands along

 her curly locks;

Entwining my fingers through fine silk.

Her hair reminded me of the prairies,

Of green grass, swaying in the wind.

I remember clearly the sunshine,

Bouncing off her tresses.

The dark hues playing

along with light;

Like water splashes on a terrain.

Is this heaven, I ask her once again?

Maybe it is — her curls reply.

 

The confident girl

Her hair bun reflects confidence;

Loose or taut!

It is made for her own liking.

With no bend in thoughts!

Her ponytail imbues loyalty,

Straight-up or low-lying,

It speaks volumes of her dignity.

Never argue with a girl like that!

Who knows her worth,

Every bit of the way.

Down to earth, she may be.

Raining down hell,

If ever wronged!

 

To my beloved

What are you looking at my beloved?

My long and lustrous locks?

It is nothing short of the

summertime scents,

After the rain.

Sometimes it drapes loosely,

Sometimes in careless knots,

At the lightest breeze or the

blowing wind,

It swirls and spins like a violent tornado.

Rebelling against oppression

and cruelty,

Like explosive mines and volcanoes.

 

Clouds before the rain

Her inky black tresses,

Remind me of clouds before the rain.

Amazed, I feel the feather

touch of her mane.

Shining bright like the

sea at night.

I keep on staring,

For she is my beloved.

My beautiful girl with

brown eyes

And pitch-black mane.

 

Aphrodite

I couldn't resist,

To look at her —

My Aphrodite!

In all white,

And long blown-out hair!

Even if she clips it,

She resembles

A white dove with tufts.

A crested pigeon,

A winged god,

With arrows for love and all that is good.

 

 

River beds of solace

Only in her hair

Do I find the river beds of solace —

I lay down besides the stream,

As I watch the broadening tide,

Make ripples more beautiful than a dream.

 

By MMC

Photo: Sazzad Ibne Sayed

Model: Niki, Efa, Mohini, Linda, Naaz

Makeup and Hairstyle: Farzana Shakil's Makeover Salon

Styling: Sonia Yeasmin Isha

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