"Even if it was the farewell, on the last day, everyone was busy giving poses and clicking photos."
Who knows when we will meet again?
Or will never meet in this life again!
If we met, then time would have changed,
Blood same, but person will be changed.
Better to remain far from everyone,
But close enough to archives everyone.
To be remembered we had a great time,
Strange to friends at memorial time.
Now I wake up the same time as for school,
But now I am not a student more of school.
Meeting new fresh ones is the rule of days,
But I am stuck in back old school days.
No one would have remembered!
When was the last P.T. period!
Might be more likely to be remembered,
When was the physics period.
Freedom was all we were asking for,
Realised for whom we were asking for!
If it was meant to be over in a day,
Then why we remember moments in a day.
A day of reunion is not enough as twelve years,
But if we met will discuss the same years.
At the end will pose seeing the camera,
And the photo will forever remain in camera.
Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley I’d agree,
I have this last briquette in camera folder,
on the day it was eventually disposed of,
an ahh moment if there ever was one,
Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm hearth,
with my sister Jay’s wondrous glowing orb,
how she giggled so infectiously at will,
as intense vivid red flames leaped,
deep down inside we knew this couldn’t last,
a rubicon of sorts had now been crossed,
one final soiled clump of history,
that would resonate deep into late life mists,
our family clustered gaping in amazement,
at momentary flight of era toss on film,
an eternally preserved instant fetish,
some poignant flashback a capsule
through the lens darkly piercing the vail starkly
past the thin veneer of the world into the next, past
the bones of this incarnation and gravitations greed
through the lens of the past, reflexing into the future
of a world never known or understood, a thin film on paper
the chemistry of magic steals the essence of life
the taker of souls, the reaper of the unknown
that dwells in this little black box
divided nine by nine inches in wind-carved stone, nails did shone
all distilled to a flat land of infinite horizons in black and white
a realm reflected of our own, a dimension of light and no sound
forever frozen in the images of an imagination transfixed by the wrath
of shadow and the burning divinity of light in camera obscura
the details of god and creation, n legions of neither realms
forever emblazoned upon is an object of de art
packed away in this little black box
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Couplet
Kaisa parda kaisi bay pardagi,,
Sain Kuch farq na raha Baqi..
When I was new in photography,
I was hoping an adventure;
But by the end of the day
Just a lecture.
Then they picked up camera,
Aimed at a deer.
It captured even food stuck in its teeth.
They smiled and said,
“What slowed down the dear,
Is shutter speed.”
At home, In front of TV,
I was just lying.
It cried, “Tonight,
Meteors will be falling.”
At night, It struck,
I picked camera
And then woke up.
Waited whole night
And got a line,
Captured in camera.
Next day, at nine,
I presented picture.
They looked with no heed,
They smiled and said,
“All black, sadly, Shutter speed.”
My phone a private gadget
Sweetheart-
My dress a private garment
Sweetheart-
My weave a private attire
Sweetheart-
My Sop a private program
My roam private trekking
Dear-
My wallet a poach in heart
Lover-
My calls meetings in camera
Baby-
My texts unpublished docs
My utmost toast -
All of this belongs to you
Except what I've said not
This wrist dear you for
This private your public lot
Sweetheart-
I love you a lot
The phone app said "unhealthy"
To describe Denali's air.
The sky was gray and smoky
All the hours we were there.
So we were disappointed;
Thought the day would be a bust
'Til somebody hollered "Moose!"
Our brakes kicked up a heap of dust.
A mother moose and baby
Ambled by in camera range.
Then an antlered caribou strolled close -
Our luck began to change.
More caribou were spotted
In the distance, in a herd,
Then a sharp-eyed passenger yelled out
That much-awaited word:
"Bear!" We all looked over
And a grizzly came in view.
He lumbered in the bushes
Seeking berries where they grew.
Our fortune held - the driver spied
A most impressive lynx,
Who crossed the road both back and forth.
(Just showing off, methinks.)
A final sighting- quite a brood
Of willow ptarmigan
(They're the state bird of Alaska)
Got the cameras out again.
We saw no sheep or eagles
And the sky was far from blue.
What a treat, though, watching wildlife!
(And they never even knew...)
Charity is share it,to be in camera no flash nor picture!
Photographs
Moving pictures
Talking pictures
TV
Motion pictures
Records 45’s, 33’s,
Cameras and film
Colored photographs
Cassette tapes
Colored TVs
8 Track Tapes
Video cameras
VHS Tapes
Floppy Discs
Cameras with digital discs
CDs
I-pods
I-phones
With
a built in camera
That works better
Than my four hundred dollar Nikon,
Face-time, which reminds us of George Jetson,
Text messages - the only way some of our offspring "talk" to us.
What is next?
I-cars?
Steering wheel Bluetooth, and movies in cars is already here.
Let’s climb the mountain top,
count stars with the passing night,
chat until our throat hurts,
laying down all fear,
with naked soul.
Gaze into my eyes
show me your thoughts.
Take me to sunrise
and l'll brew coffee,
capture our togetherness in camera to visit time after time
Make art from mere words.
Lets share our passions to burn together.
beauty in a box
look at her blush
we dream little foolish dreams of her
she just smiles and asks for coins
her hair dyed blue and silver
her eyes dyed green
her pouting lips curl
at the trash mouth who talks in such little letters
you rebound with compliments and roses
little gestures she gets all the day long
little men in camera frame
dark ones and bright eyed sultry ones
tumble out onto her soft bed
like clowns falling from their miniature car
see them laugh see them cry
all little men come calling roses in hand
beauty in a box
watch her rattle round
comes close to the camera
kisses blown soft velvet and neat
her laugh tenderly in my ear
i linger in her eyes and see sunlight there
A war was on,
(psychological)
to transgress the unwritten line.
Me, stranded on the
sands of time.
Day after day
shaven heads in protest
erupt in fury.
Firebrands join like
ducks to water.
In camera, you
open the folds of mystery.
As we start reading script,
the wounds were mine,
and you were the sounds.
On the table, I put my
eyes, ears and my
father’s shoes. I come
out in open, to take
a shower of abuses.
Satish Verma
Fat balls
white stitches curve a fast sun
SLAM arcs to anxious
brown leather skins.
Batter up!
Sheepskin rolls
come to age in camera points
POP flashes to jubilant
boyish grins. Next up!
Fat rolls
duffles pitch in pointed darkness
BANG target anxious
leather skins.
Soldier up!
Single eyed the cameras,
Talk on click,
Smile on flash,
Save in memory like people,
Speak the truth,
Trusted witnesses,
In camera like their names!
Cinnamon and apple fill the air
Scent of Gram's famous pie
Warm fire roaring in the hall
Music turned up for all to hear
"Vivo per lei da quando sai
La prima volta l’ho incontrata,
Non mi ricordo come ma
Mi è entrata dentro e c’è restata.
Vivo per lei perché mi fa
Vibrare forte l’anima,
Vivo per lei e non è un peso.
Vivo per lei anch’io lo sai
E tu non esserne geloso,
Lei è di tutti quelli che
Hanno un bisogno sempre acceso,
Come uno stereo in camera,
Di chi è da solo e adesso sa,
Che è unico per lui, per questo
Io vivo per lei....."
Thoughts of you ring in my mind
Playing the music in my soul
A burning desire
Making my heart beat strong
Vivo per lei
I live for her
My warmth, my breath, my soul
Taking my lonely
Making it whole
My heartbeat, my strength, my home
From the depths of my heart
to your soul
My vision, my meaning, my know
Even though far, we really are near
Oceans apart but I feel your touch
Sweet music is all that I hear
Whispering I love you so much
*** "Vivo per lei" by Andrea Bocelli ***
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