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*