I had no ordinary childhood. I could not exactly remember when and how a conscious journey started. The feather touch of light kissed my eyes lip locked by an unknown autumn somewhere and created a magic. The magic was destined for me. The magic was surreal, but it exists even today. It exists entirely through my impressionistic age. I could smell the scent of earth as they may not exist in verse, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I used to sneak into the unknown seeking some solitude now and then since time immemorial. Poetry is a misery. In an unadulterated structure of the self, I was seduced by words, coming from deep down corner of light and darkness. The words later got painted and tuned subsequently. That is a different story. Story of a different existence.

Viewfinder is an interesting obsession. Obsession that tries to understand relationships of wired nature of the universe and its association with life per say. By now, the surreal form of "call for unknown" in my life started competing with reality. Reality of life that is encountered through a lens of time. Lens is obedient, subjective but immersive in the process of "search" with a purpose. The purpose changes its stance with a flick. From being interested and inquisitive as I was through all the growing lovely greens, quite unknowingly I became perspective driven. Perspective that talk about Human being as they exist in its soulful form, in various colors and shades of the so called theatre-we call it "Life". I have never been grammatical. That does not however mean I was having lesser options.. A lyric by lens is a story. Story as it unveils on its own, to explore the unexplored in the mundane and trying to connect, and share the same with various form of literary expression. Lyrics by lens, thus stems out from a much wider, deeper and holier perspective of the self in a journey. It has a clear destination. Journey that starts with a belief that someday, someway magic will touch your lives too.

How about calling it ... "Love!"