In this age, where capturing ephemeral moments means more than the moments themselves, a poem from Vijaya Lakshmy…(Mathrubhumy, 2008)
What was asked:
Shall I make the moments eternal?
Shall I mix you in shadows, light
Shall I hallmark you
Within the borders
Of a golden frame?
Shall your closest friends
Enter into the inner portals
Of your home,
Through my eye’s signature?
I shall showcase your privacy beautifully.
In any silence, any movement,
Shall these teeth and nails
Walk with cat’s paws
Following your passions surreptitiously?
What was answered:
Eternity, I do not desire that.
What I want, is to disappear from light
Shadows and colours.
The hallmark of gold!
I like to throw away that yellow metal.
No survey stones such as those can
Contain, the great void beyond adornments.
May it float as white clouds and vanish
Into the blue sky, without anyone’s intense gaze.
My secret desire is that it dies
In the streets,
Like Victor Linus, after writing
A mere twelve stories.
Pictures? Of close ones?
They might recover from within me
Guillotines, ditches and old forts.
Every midnight, from those pictures
Pain will emerge as spirits
Which cannot be eased by either
Medicine or magic.
Neither within my home’s portals
Nor wherever I may live,
Do I want your eye’s signature.
Like an outdated medicine
I do not want to remain
Within the glass almirahs
No services of a photographer are required.