Photography is an art,
the photographer tries to tell us something in every shot,
I don't know who shot this pic...
but here's what he told me!! :)
The world's my teacher, it speaks in ways, mostly unsaid and sometimes spoken ...
Mirrors are brittle,
They tell me, not to be like the true man !
For he gets Shattered for Reflecting the ugly truth of a stained heart.
Glasses are fragile,
They tell me, not to have the tongue of a child !
For it must Pay for telling that which is Held in the heart.
Lights enlighten,
They tell me, not to shimmer like the moonlit river !
For lights Reveal the dark secrets of an inebriated soul.
May I me be like the wine in the glass then ?!
For it holds the pain of fresh Grapes now restrained for years,
For it is as Bitter as the nostalgia it erupts,
For it's very Purpose of existence is as Lost as the drunkard himself.
Shall I be like the wine ?, I ask them!
And Enlighten only the surface but not the core,
And Reveal nothing but red blood darkness,
And Refect nothing but the desires of a hedonist's evening ?
I hope not, I hope to hold on, and amidst my petty quarrel...
may the righteous ones survive.
