Monday, July 19, 2010

One Day All This Will End

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my time
has almost come
to pack my stuff and go
leave behind the imagery
a photostream of pain
street remorse widowed woe
you reap pain whatever
seed you sow '
a pain that keeps
up life's flow
the camera collected
all the moving scenes
in fishermen s net
a fact only i as the
photographer know
the camera is nothing
i used it as a plough
rows and rows
of emotions as graves
my tryst with destiny
a deathblow
i took aim
my vision an arrow
outdoor
a street photographer
as is where is
i could not
be a journo
a poet is a poet
is a poet
although
the drama of
the poetry of life
he follows
leaving behind
sadness
the silhouette
of the end
the beginning
does not
matter anymore
he came he shot
another one
bites the dust
another one
hits the floor
sometimes if you close
your eyes even pictures
are a musical score
embedded in your
consciousness
lilting notes you store
deactivated
moment called life
a final call
a file
you cant restore
death
has lost its sting
its only a domestic
chore the only reminder
a pebble washed ashore
without regret
remorse rancor
a comment box
he wont answer
anymore
silenced
therefore


prophetic premonitions and pain
life's essence and core


a comment on facebook I saved for posterity

photography
a ready reckoner
holistically heals
you are there
i am here
yet you know
what i feel
your pain
through my pain
as pictures unpeel
life a continuous ordeal

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