Saturday, May 25, 2013

A shooting based on a monsoon twilight script...

'i think monsoon and clouds and rain and the Sun...
They are the best friends...'
he looking up again
Thought
(God knows how many times he had looked up
To the sky...
Even when he was riding his motorcycle...)

C.V.Raman probably had
A better idea
Of spectrum...
Of light...
How rainy drops act as prisms...
Causing deflections so unnaturally bright...
Luminous...

Luminosity spread across
The sky...
The darkish pinkish orangy...
The trees looked caught in the same spot
As if one great director of films
Had made them stand so
And through his lightmeter had adjusted every bit of light
Absorbed and reflected...
The streets...
They shone too
As if they were also part of a movie set...
Based on love in monsoon twilight...

The characters...
They moved...
Played...
Danced...
Perfectly sequenced...

And he...
The traveler
Just got a glimpse of the shooting done...

On sly...
Sitting on his bike...
Silent...

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