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
“through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us. . ."
*Henri Cartier-Bresson, 1908 -2004
What amazing crispy set of words there..
ReplyDeleteLife flees, swirls and then disappears..and what's remaining ? At least these lines..the flavor of it all.
dash between a year and another..true,with some sparks rare.
The choice of words are quite wonderful. I sense a distinct relation between the two poems ( the one after this).
ReplyDeleteThe longing to be back where it began, and perhaps by freezing time then?
MA comment-The way time catches on our self! Very respectful young couple as seen when you freeze time ha, that is what we all are for the one who gaze from outside.