I captured,
Shot,
Snapped,
Clicked them.
They were documentaries,
About fashion,
Landscape,
Fine arts,
Candid,
Action like sports,adventures,daring feats,
Corporate events,
Parties and weddings.
They were in different forms,
Glossy,
Enlarged,
Iconic,
Aerial,
Black and white,
Panasonic,
Contemporary,
Digital.
They recorded history,
Made an impact of sharing emotional truth,
Carried memories,
Held important documents,
Reproduced a moment,deep feelings,
Raised awareness against poverty,famine, abuses and disasters.
Reshaped public opinion on Government,
Conveyed emotions,moods, narratives,ideas and messages.
They are my Photographs.

i wish i could be happy for you
you're moving on
to bigger and better things
things beyond what i could give you
things i don't have

i'm sorry
but i have a feeling that
you moving forward
is actually me being left behind

the drastic difference of color between the two trees was shocking
one so full of life
thriving
soaking in all that was around it
experiencing the season and changing along with
it into something so beautiful you couldn’t
bear to move your eyes away from it
but the other was not
the other was stuck in the previous stage
unable to adapt to the new surrounding
brought to it
there was no hiding the fact
that it was unprepared and not capable
of keeping up
you pitied it because it was stuck beside the
most beautiful thing with
absolutely no comparison

I am the red tree
and you are the green

I am sorry you are not able to keep up
with the person I have become

But tomorrow I will try
To get all answers asked by time
What is right, and what is mine.
Yes, tomorrow I will fly.

I will turn, and I might burn
All I had to conquer.
Black
Will burn to ashes.
Right
Is to follow your heart.

Don' t tear it apart.
Just push the re-start
And don't look behind.

The voices are withering  the vine,
with every leaf that crumbles..
they speak louder than mine.

When they talk, they do not scream..
softly spoken needles are driven in
to my mind and they whisper things..

See what they what they say,
painted emotions white washing
all cognitive responses of mine.

They look behind you, not me...
you reading this see the darkness
piercing you with chills while reading..