We do not always click for pictures
Some times I reach the rocky wilderness that lay beyond the streets,
To see sun-smelling rocks, and shrubs that make the other world
That seemed to exist beyond the banality of our daily existence
I click for strange frames in which rocks, shrubs and men co-exist.
My eye-frame brings strange bed-fellows into a plane of existence.
I click to understand colors, to understand shapes, not for pictures,
Not totalities of a beauty vision formed by well-thought motifs.
I click for strange ways in which rock merges in light with dead trees,
For the shared consciousness of rocks, trees and people, machines
Caught in a single frame encompassing these and several elements.
I click for the chemistry that binds the sun, the rocks, and the shrubs
With bits of blue sky that exist with them, glued to them on the top.
