The glass is broken
The mirror image is distort’d
But life goes on

A fleeting glimpse
In a train window pane:
The wide world passes us by
Totnes railway station

Worth a thousand words,
A mere image
Can express so much so quickly

Caught by the camera,
Frozen in time:
An eternal memory
Postcard of a scene in Bangalore during the British occupation

In time, it will become bald.
Won’t we all?
Is life a dandelion?

What is reality ?
What is reflect-ed?
Who will tell me? Can you?
What is the opposite of ‘selfie’?
Is it ‘selfless’?
Or just: ‘photo’?

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