Picture Perfect

Approach my pen,
The camera opens its eyes
For a piece of sunshine

Soon finds itself
Amidst the gathering clouds

Pushing and nudging
Spreading a dark room
In my out of focused photo

In devastated rule of third
Raunchy fringe of emaciated light
Looking for warmth
Remains at the edge of my frame
Like a depressing afternoon

Move the curtain, Oh Poet
Still on the face of
Thin beam of light.....

Catch that clingy smile
In thousand flashes