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He has eyes
like lens
and
a mind
like
old photo albums .
He has a heart
like shutter
and
fingers like
lucida
that can
trace ( outlines ) .
He has a love
like freshly
taken out
polaroids ,
fading visuals and
obscured clarity .
He has a childhood
like dark rooms
and people like
wet photographs
hanged neatly on a rope .
He has a dream
like original candids
and a passion
like billboard photoshoot .
He has a job
like firefly catching
and a sport
like ‘ freeze and water ’.
He has a voice
like sound of a flash
and a life
like filmstrips .
He has a prayer
of retrieving
honest truth
and a wish
of halting
true times .
He is a street painter
in
a small life city .
He is a magician
of the trick
of turning past
into paper graphs .
He is a time traveller
of a present age to the past .
He is a jailor
of moments .
He is a philosopher
in the study
of reminiscent projects .
He is a porter
of portraits .
He is a writer
in the genre
of memoir .
He is a boy with a camera .
He is an artist
of freeze frames .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
