it does talk,
it speaks loudly, sometimes even screams,
its not only a collection of colours, its someone's dreams,
clicked at all those moments,
when the situation had demands of being preserved,
smiles, body, landscapes have been reserved,
into a motionless but not lifeless, memory that the sole purpose of remembrance, serves
records of those times, slowly fade away in mind,
just when it comes before sight,
so many things spill out of the still, yet so bright,
the smile widens and the eyeslids drop down a bit,
the whole incident's fragments, now find a place in the fit,
the faces deliberately bringing out a subtle expression, or posing like an animal gone wild,
"see its me, oh gawsh its me!!" now you are excited like a child,
seems amazing how have inanimate objects, came togethor and rendered emotions to the image file
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