Capturing Emotions?

A Poem by Swagato Saha

Yet another Sunday afternoon; in the ether, disappears,
In this drunken dystopia, of existential fears,
As she stares down at the abyss beneath, of cars, cops and highways,
And just for a while it's distant enough, so she can look away...

The granite holds off the screams, while her paperwork gathers dust,
Her weary soul reclines in peace, caressed by twilight's gust,
And now winks her phone beside; quiet as a pet it had so long been,
So she holds it up with a sigh, stroking away at the illuminated screen.

Clouds converge cross the crimson sky, aglow with mystic evanescence,
The canvas collects their melancholy hues, that gather in amorphous circles.
Wonder what's made her surf through photos, of yesteryears far beyond her reach,
The adolescent rebels, as she liked to be called, on their final adventure to the beach.

Oh how the years have flown by, and how they've grown apart,
And oh how long it's been since, Nostalgia whelmed her heart,
And it must have been a while since, she had that time for reminiscing,
For the faces all seem familiar, yet you could tell there's something missing.

So she swipes left, and she swipes right, with sudden terror and impatience,
Growing frantic in anticipation, of some emotional transcendence,
She remembers their names, the stories, hoping nay wishing she could,
Bring herself to shed a tear or two; strangely estranged from her roots.

Curtains fall, as evening descends amid proliferating fluorescence,
Static soundwaves of shutters resound, as LED flashes mask the darkness.
Their bright lit faces smile dully at her, who knows no more what to feel,
"Why take photos?", when memories are lost in snapshots in the gallery reel...