Opening the closed eye, the gentle finger caressed the frame Travelling through the captured memories, a goofy grin was always plastered. Rummaging through the storage unit, the brown orbs turned glassy Down the lane, the beholder of the orbs never knew any angle, When moments turned blurry, the rough finger brushed against the delete button. Somewhere in between, there was a glue A glue in which her fingers were stuck Even after removing them, her fingers were numb Her fingers were her weakness But when her fingers started making crescents, Rather than capturing them, They experienced a tough time! When the fingers lost their confidence, her mind couldn't gather enough strength to make a move. The fingers worked for every function Every function other than clicking the button. Even after that phase, years passed, Maybe I was wrong, Now the mind didn't have enough strength But the fingers were finding their pace Its pace to retrieve me and I was deeply into ...
A space to explore and pen in my thoughts regarding a wide variety of things. While this started as an amateur's dream to find a voice, it still remains from the perspective of a layman. This is the place where my pen and lens leave the room, breathe, and create a landscape of my inner being.