The camera Eye
I will be so happy
If somehow my eyes become
Digital cameras, SLR of course.
Then I could take pictures and save
What I see every day but dare not do with my Nikon.
The panorama of people in the metro
Or on the sidewalk,
The amazing parade of colors and shapes
Of human bodies and countenances,
The apparels they wrap the carrier of life
Hair flowing or neatly nested as a bun
Arranged differently, elegantly, skillfully, neatly
With care and devotion
Reflecting the choices
Defined by cultures or trends
To be elegant, sophisticated and amorous.
Wish, I could take pictures of all these and save
Then
Uniquely hidden
Behind the parade of colors and shapes
The subtle sense of being human
Tenderness, love,
Longing to belong to someone
Near and dear
Far and dear
Resides there
Formless, unchanged
Not contaminated by culture and religions
Not lost in the maze of expression in
Thousands ways in myriads of languages
Alas
It is beyond my camera eye to capture and save.
((*.*))
Babru
October 15, 2012 |