To, The Saviour. (Deja Vu)

Like the aftermath of a grotesque war
In the murky darkness I lay, troubled.
Not a flame of hope, not a single torch
In my own shell, I struggled.

Then one day, when I peeped out,
I saw a ray bright
And a tall figure turning about
In the golden light.

Out of curiosity I followed the darkness
Approached the figure in the light
A stroke of wild happiness
Overwhelmed me at its sight.

There you stood with the spirit of a stoic
Stretching out your patient hand
And I stepped back, not at all heroic
Into my darkened land.

But you were relentless in your motive
I finally mustered up some courage
Holding that hand was my prerogative
As you so maturely encouraged.

Now that I held your hand
You turned shy
Out of my darkened land
You didn't happen to be mine.

No, you didn't profess any love to me
As friends you said we'd remain
But, though deep within you felt for me
You never let it proclaim.

Now that you saved me and all things for me turned rosy
I stretched out a hand of more than friendship
Now that I took up the initiative
I'll unlock the courage in you for a new relationship.



*Wish me luck*

Confessions Of An Amateur Photographer

It's like I see every beauty through its lens,
Every moment through shutter speed,
Capture memories with a click,
And appreciate the things photogenic.

Its pulsating vibes through my veins;
I feel passionate about just a few things.
And I'm glad I'm on my way
In line for a picturesque array.

I click for beauty, not randomness;
I yearn for its quality to remain
For years later, a photograph
To sail over the waters of memories on a raft.

I clutch the device close to me,
Hold it to the bosom.
Albeit amateur in the title,
Resilience can win battles.

So, I found my calling, it seems.
The device I'm emotionally attached with
Takes over my consciousness
And allows me to create beauty at its best.

Here I lie, never satisfied;
But finally, I've found my purpose in life.




*It seems*