Flipping through Henri’s* pictures,
I see how desperate he was, like me,
To freeze time.
Fleeting are our lives - the ones you see smiling,
Crying, frowning, deep in thought, their inner selves revealed
A glimpse offered in these frozen images
And then taken away in the flood.
Faster, quicker than the flowing water,
Life flees, swirls and then disappears -
All that remains is a dash between
A year and another...
********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 26-01-2012