Avant-Garde.

Picture

Picture...... What is a picture?

What is the purpose of it anyway...

Is it supposed to remind you of the past,

To make you feel like this...right here will always last.

Or is it supposed to freeze this moment forever,

Making it seem like time really did freeze over.

Even though time always keeps on going,

Like a river, it always keeps on flowing.

Yes a dam can be used to stop a river's flow,

But time.. Time is something which no dam or no other can slow.

Coming back to picture..

Is picture supposed to help your memory,

When lost to guide you back home safely.

Or is it just a gimmick meant to make you nostalgic.

After all past is in the past and one can't go back.

Picture.... Picture...picture....

For all these questions, I might have an answer.

A picture is a dream, a wish came true,

A picture is a happy place,a paradise you've been to.

A point of life when you weren't acting but really happy beyond words,

A place, a moment where you were as free as a bird.

A picture captures not a still image but much more,

More than just your face or the background.... It's a feeling that you bore.

A feeling an emotion so strong and so loving that when you lose hope in life,

It gives you wings and makes you believe yes you did achieve happiness once and you will again,

If only you could try, try and overcome it all, all the pains and all the disdain,

Will the happiness which truly belongs to you will be once again owned by you.

A picture is a very powerful possession one can possess.

It's not just a thing but a powerful being on its own that can bless,

Even an amnesic with his memories that even the medicines can't provide,

Henceforth a picture is meant to be embraced and praised above all things,

As for it can provide you not once, but many times one who deserves its wings.

AN

Wow holycow... this is a HUGE poem.

Got carried away... so yup hope you like it... this long... long.... poem.