The Art that Reflects.

P.C Google

The trajectory of colors stand in a line ,
When the glance of lens catches them fine.
What a beautiful image echoes the one,
Who owns the pride of being it's rum.
The kick of its melody addicts the soul,
The trance of its beauty catches the whole.
You set them in a frame of beautiful art,
And weave it to glorify the hidden dart.
The passion of colors stills the moment,
Stealing the breadth of mystique torments.
The green field amidst the smiling eyes,
And the wailing heart of love that dies.
The sculptures carved of lost portrait,
And the pieces hooked like a bait.
The walls,corners,rivers with valley,
The rising sun and the dusky alley.
They pose to the lens and set an affair,
To muse it's thought of a beautiful pair.
Combing the streets and the wild sky,
A photographer walks with a bird's eye.
The ordinary glances seems so different
When viewed from the world of knitted.
Like the depth of the ocean lying beneath,
Echoes the narrative that is tangled within .
The 'Art that Reflects' in the eyes of a click,
Has a concealed story that begins to speak..

-SSW