My Capture

I see the image through my lens

and I know that this is it.

My fingers play their way,

to find the perfect click.

Eager for the shutter sound, my heart skips and kicks.

The picture I took,

is just a nanosecond of the day.

But the picture that beholds,

is a sculpture born to stay.

I don’t know a lot about perfect sequences,

I'm just an amateur in a game well played.

I lift my eyes to the world-

I lift my eyes to the world- with its hints of vintage I’m yet to see-

still moving rapidly.

As long as I continue to witness you with my heartbeat,

discovering the beauty in every little, my own alarm.

Then an amateur I’ll always be.

I look in every corner, for the next shot,

I'll make a moment and see what's all in me, on the screen in between.

Each picture a story in its own,

with a magazine of emotions,

I’ll relive- I hope.

Each picture a

and their magazine of thoughts,

and their magazine of thoughts, I’d love to hear.

I see the image through my lens

and I know that this is it.

Just me and my camera.

The world awaits!