A Picturesque


Sea thrashing stones,
Waves,
Loud but soft,
A boy so young,
With camera,
Captures the beauty,
His emotions unknown,
Reveals nothing
But snapshots,
Of, 
A simple train,
But,
A fire in belly,
Or some smiles,
Playing in rain,
His passion,
Only pictures,
Nothing less,
Nothing more,
He clicked nature,
Her beauty,
But one day,
Fell in love
With a lady,
A dancer,
She had her
Own  art.
And he had
His own,
Now his
Inspiration,
Became
His love,
His creation
Became
His love,
Complexity
Arose,
From
Rivers,
Mountains
And birds,
He moved to,
Her eyes,
Her lips,
Her portrait,
By making
Her life,
His life,
But,
Somewhere,
He was loosing ,
His imagination,
Artist in him,
Suffered, 
Suffocated, 
And
Surrendered, 
He lost himself, 
In her love,
And she too,
Suffered with him,
Her dance, 
Looked torn,
Her form looked, 
Unhappy, 
Is this love? 
An artist
Need freedom,
Freedom
But love, 
Is bonded, 
Where is the freedom? 
Is love a bondage? 
Love isn't freedom? 
Answers Unresolved. ....

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