A photograph says it all.
A candid smile, a suppressed laughter.
Excited soul behind those deep set eyes
Words unsaid, but understood.
Nothing can be more subjective, more personal,
Nothing can be more expressive and visionary,
Than a picture that says more than what it shows.
Making us believe to look deeper and discover.
A smile, a tear, a snort or an angry groan.
Sulk, sorrow or a wonderful shine.
Moments build them up, memories save it all.
And the present is all that can be held dear,
Every second, minute and hour,
Passed once, becomes a memory
And the faces too, more or less.
I wondered why
Sorrow finds me a good partner,
The words I write, grief-sticken.
Hey, but that’s not who I am!
But then, why?
Asking myself gave me no response.
So, photographs I hunted.
To perceive and interpret
To understand and change.
Warm smiles and happy laughters evaded me,
It was all a masquerade.
No truth, but just a perception.
A facade, I believe was all that was there in the ones pictured.
Then, I realized what was missing
What was empty and incomplete.
It was me.
Monotony and complacency had replaced my gaiety,
Deceptions troubled me, changed me and lied to me
Unaware, I transformed.
What could I possibly change?
A probability struck me; showed me a way to instill a change
I took out a camera
Set its lenses, adjusted its focus.
Corrected its exposure and lights.
Gave in no zoom and filters.
The picture looked raw, blunt and naked
And i was happy and content.
‘Cause I didn’t make a change to what was already there,
But the change stirred inside me.
I changed, my perceptions.
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