Traveling through the vast expanses of life and experiences
she often asks me why I don’t take any pictures along the
way
To remember the journeys I’ve been on and the days that I’ve
seen
and to show to people of the adventures I recount stories of
ever so often
I say how can I capture with a picture the smooth sail of a
bird across the sky
with wings spread far apart and the tail making adjustments
for direction
as it flaps momentarily to gain higher ground, returns to
its remarkable glide
circling the blue heavens making friends with clouds and
lights
How can I capture with a camera, the music of the sky when
the sun sets
When waves crash on the shore and the birds chirp in salute
to the setting sun
And the sky is filled with a spectrum of colors
ever-changing ever-spectacular
And the music my heart makes, when I look at the Sun
disappearing behind the horizon
How can pictures do justice with the sweet smell of freedom
as one runs across a meadow of recently blooms flowers
And of the smell of the first drops of rain touching the
scorched earth
Of the scents a butterfly pursues hunting sweet nectar off
flowers anew
How can pictures capture the span of wings, the expanse of
clouds
the beating of a heart, the quenching of thirst
My words allow my stories, and my poems tell the tale of my
experiences
Perhaps someone could capture it with a camera, perhaps
better than my words
But I could not present my stories in any better way
And words will tell my tales of life and experiences
for me, for you, and for all those to come
Vishal Gupta
20th
March, 2022
