Behind The Capture

The shutter closes,
and captures the moments,
I grow old capturing my life
throw the lenses and the display...

I focus on trees,
I focus on leaves,
I focus on sky,
I focus on time,
and tides,
and birds flying by.

I capture youth,
I capture senescence,
I capture death...

I treasure love,
smiling faces,
tear on cheeks,
happiness in eyes,
expectations in heart.
and I shall continue till
I depart...

But I forget
Myself.
The man behind the camera
I get neglected...
and forgotten...

I AM IMMORTAL,
I LIVE IN MY WORKS,
I LIVE WITH THE CAPTURES OF MY LIFE.

I am the one BEHIND THE CAPTURE.


A Sulagna Dutta Poem

A WALK INTO THE BLUES

A Walk into the SEA

When the blues were on the head, 

and in the eyes too...

I felt my cheeks greased with sand,

I was late that evening,

I had a torn shoe...

I sat by the sea, 

and gazed over moments, 

gone and going...

I saw two figures...

Walking by the shore,

and was zooming out each moment...

I forgot my SLR on my bed,

or else the friendship they carried along,

I would have captured then...

Yet I captured it in through eyes,

and stored it in my heart...

I wet my feet in the saline water of  BAY OF BENGAL,

but never seen those friends again,

I carried my SLR everyday since then...

That evening I have missed THEM for moments and ages,

who were made for me,

who were very present yet absent all around,

who made me laugh and cry,

who said "hi" and never told a "bye"...

That was the evening,

when they walked along the shore...
I have seen their shadows grow liquid in the saline water of BAY OF BENGAL,

They were friends,

Holding hands tight...

A second's transition they sublimed into air,

I knew they were made for each other...

A SULAGNA DUTTA POEM