Lenses

What the eye adores, the camera sees
What the eye sees, the camera envies.

We are all but an eye or a camera
Playing each role with an exchange,
Of each other's glance, and stance
Blending into the absence, ever-present;
Proving how binary exists and delimits
As waves wash away careless footprints.

Like raindrops riding an evening breeze,
Splashing a young solitary banana leaf,
Waking it up to ancient untamed rhythms
O raindrop, gather your friends and drench me
On your shore, away from plain-obscenities,
I welcome you, as you have welcomed me.

And if you ever stumble upon a melting heart,
Remember, what the camera captures, the eye desires.