The photo breathes joy
I leave it out. It urges
me to be better

When I Take A Selfie

I always have a lot of fun
In the mist of my own
I fall in love with me
When I take a selfie

I walk around the place
Caring for my pretty face
It is so pleasing to me
When I take a selfie

I meet girls and women
And tell them in vain
This is memory for me
When I take a selfie

My beauty drives me crazy
Always keeps me busy
I always think only of me
When I take a selfie

I get an immense pleasure
To open up the treasure
I look at none but me
When I take a selfie

S. Bharat

Our love only exists in a picture frame.

Yes, it's sad.
I often think of all our good times;
all the laughter.

Then I remember why we are no more;
because of me.

I keep it on my desk.
It sits there, collecting dust.
Sometimes I have to put it away.

"How can I love someone who doesn't love themselves?"
I remember your words.
They cut into my heart.

I'm why our love only exists in a picture frame.
Yes, it's sad.

No more kissed cheeks or warm blush,
no more holding hands or open smiles.

Did you think this would make me happier?
Well
you were wrong.

All my happiness
exists in you.

The wind is brushing my luscious locks
Sun shining bright in my eyes
Euphoria beaming from my face
I look happy and nice.

After the steady gaze I realize
Yet I was unable to leave the past behind

It is just a photograph
Of a family outing
But it feels so real to me
When those memories start shouting

I looked so fresh and beautiful
It was so evident and clearly visible

Not that I am unhappy today
But I think I was happier that day
On the beach with my swimsuit on
Forgotten whether it was dusk or dawn

How great it would be if life were a happy picture
No matter whether it is digital or on a piece of paper
Memories with him and memories with her
No fear of them getting blur

Every face tells a story
My story would’ve been the best
having the people I love around constantly
without caring what happens in the east or west

The smile and the lines surrounding
engraved on my face
The wrinkles under and around my eyes
I could forever embrace

I want to forever cherish the smile
Today, Tomorrow, for a very long while

I burned our
old photographs,
it fell down
like dried leaves
in the autumn
The classic
gallery of our
love that was
once fascinating
became a
tedious one
The once white
walls and
clean corners
Are now dusty
and dark
The perfectly
carved frames,
and perfect
shots
became dull
and lifeless
You left me
knowing that
I won't survive
alone inside this
***** walls
Picture me
in your mind
And you'll see
the saddest photo
there will ever be