Embraced by the fate of ageing,
My camera-phone struggles to respond in time,
Causing the best scenes to go missing,
Which I am sure will never recur anytime.
The shutter blinks eons after being clicked,
Preventing me from freezing the time;
But those unexpected moments it picked,
Are images rendered artistically prime.
I muse over those moments uncaptured in retrospection,
My mind’s dark-room recreating the scenery,
Processing them with my imagination,
And archiving them in the gallery of memory.
I wish I were a painter talented,
To reproduce those images on a canvass;
So that the treasure is evenly distributed,
Making my mission as an artist a success.
Ranjit Ravindran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moments-uncaptured/
