All I remember of you is “ a dark eyed, always hassled girl”. Never even suspected that when indulgent your irises could be overflowing wine from two goblets of eyes. Or, is it that mythical deadly evil of feminine beauty revealing itself full blooded in those crimson eyes, in a rarest of the rare moment of lapse of vigil; and is captured by the photographer in the very instant!
And, blessed is the photographer-for it’s almost never that naivety in craft actually helps you augment the beauty of something already beautiful: when innocence of the act fully fills in for creativity, when doing nothing is doing the best.
-Pulastya
No comments:
Post a Comment