but the eye of shiva
within my cosmic
consciousness shoots
a thought a moment
a feeling from the soul
of a person it loots
'sometimes it steals
the entire soul i am
sure you wont dispute
it is the mind that creates
melodious memories
to the environment
surroundings pays
tribute ,,pictures
exuberantly talk
the language of
poetry silent
mute ..
but remember you can only shoot what you were destined to shoot ..fruits of the loom.. branches and roots ,,poetry a medium mystically photography's offshoot ,,
