All About the Lens

Hauz Khas Village

Picture Submission by Tehreem Roshan
Picture Submission by Tehreem Roshan
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All About the Lens

Do I dare?

Picture by Wajiha Haider

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —

(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

All About the Lens

When Windows Become Mirrors

Picture by Wajiha Haider

Look
What do you see?
The colors worn on the sunny gay days
By the prisms of your recollections?
Or the greasy imprints of hard times
Left behind like a stubborn glue
When the color papers are taken away,
Made into paperplanes for some other fortunate?
I ask you again
What do you see?
The windows shut, denying welcome
Or yourself, who broke open them.