Dark was the night,
Dead were the streetlamps
And all the car headlights,
Half-alive city junkies
Lined-up for methamphetamine
As I bumped into a man
Who seemed sober and fine.
I bought out my camera
As he adjusted his eyes,
Lens focused on him
As he tried hard to smile,
His eyes blinked slower than
The slow shutter speed;
I could see some white
On the dark stubble
On his left cheek,
But he still told me
That it was just weed.
A fine glimpse into the underworld we think beneath us, if ever we think about it at all. We forget that addicts are just people, like us. They went looking for something to fill the hole in their lives and ended up digging that hole even deeper. Nicely written.
Interesting poem Manish. The night-time world is a different place. It is fascinating, the intricacies between what the lens of a camera details as opposed to the lens of our eyes. There is a similarity between poems and photography.
Have you incorporated any of your photos into your poetry?
A brief venture into a world many off us never see and also what lies behind such a human condition.
Thank you for this,
Keith
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Manish Singh Rajput
Fri 14th Jun 2024 11:57
Thank you Keith, Tim and Martin, for your most valuable insights. And thanks to all those who liked this.
Tim, it's generally the photographs that motivate me to write something, some pictures just stay in your head such as this. I haven't yet incorporated any of my photos into poetry yet, but I do have plans of creating a photography blog, the link of which I'll be sharing here on my profile. Thanks again, my friend.😊