Selfie

Selfie

Puts you in a spot

Then pulls you in a vacuum

You stay put

With a tilt of your head

Till the eye of the cam

Glares at you with all it’s might

Squeezing the life out of you

Freezing you in a molten frame

And all this while

All this while a wanderer passing by

Looks at you in wonder

His hands holing a rose

Close in more carefully around the stem

Till a maiden adorns them in her hair

A hurt pigeon breathes its last

A shooting star crumbles into dust

A flower blooms

An orchard resonates

With the humming of honeybees

A tree drops a leaf

Gently , silently, in a whisper

Like a prayer from the lips of that old old monk

Who lives on that hill yonder

The sun melts the sky in all shades of fire

And the eye holds you captive

A plastic form

A cold piece of flesh

Frozen veins

Approbation

Thunderous applause

Of the click

And the shutter closes on you

Shutting you in a catacomb

Till you exhale and live