I hate cameras
For they slaughter time
I hate cameras
For they stagnant time
But,
I love you
And your black Yashica
Autofocus camera:
Prisoner and imposter of
Light and shade...
Eleven years back,
On a Mayday,
The city was a red sea
Like your red lips.
Heavy-hearted,
I stood before your doorstep
With a roll of film
And two alkaline battery.
Without a smile or a word,
You loaded it.
But, how to use it,
I didn't know.
'Look through the view-finder,
Set the frame and click...
Don't shake...' You said.
Clicked for the first time in life,
You remain as a lovely snap.
You, my little sister, sitting with
A collection of short poems.
So thick your eye-brows and
So dark your long cascade....
So beautiful you were
In that green skirt and top.
My love, You handed over
That exposed film roll
Like a corpse awaiting
Post mortem.
Contented you were:
I didn't kill camera mechanism.
You, my little sister, cried a lot
While looking through those photographs.
Empty eyes, mine, crawled through
Your head without even a single hair.
Doctor's voice is still reverberating in my soul:
Hair fall is the aftereffect of Chemotherapy.
Couple of poems, some drawings
And a diary with untold emotions,
You left for me, to grieve all life.
Neither you nor love, I remain all alone,
With your snap, about to fade....
such wonderful moments r for cherishing forever.. lovely n heart touching...
Heavy lines Premji...tears from heart are relatively denser...i submit before the dedication and love the poem carries inside...10
Couple of poems, some drawings And a diary with untold emotions, You left for me, to grieve all life. Neither you nor love, I remain all alone, With your snap, about to fade.... ------- strong poignant composition here...one product line says about pictures Memories last forever...10+++
Hello Prem-ji Is it drama-in-real-life-compostion? dr. sakti PS Ten++
Original, compelling, and deeply felt, this beautiful poem about the love and loss of a sister brought a tear to my eye. The use of the 'camera' to introduce the picture that inspired the poem was most effective as was the angst of the final line ''With your snap about to fade...' I also particularly liked the following phrases: 'Prisoner and imposter of Light and shade...' 'Empty eyes, mine, crawled through Your head without even a single hair.' Sometimes it takes tragedy to bring out the best in the poet. It is certainly true in this case. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ You end your poem with angst With your snap, about to fade....
Your beautiful sister lives in the stanzas of your heartbreaking poem. Deeply touched, dear Premji.10/10 Warmest regards, Sandra
What a wonderful write, so powerful, so optimistic, such an unexpected end.. Take care, Martine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some moments are really precious, premji.10