An attempt to capture time as a constant,
When all it does is vary,
A plethora of shades and hues,
Right from the first day at school,
To horrifying teenage blues,
Not just memory rolled out on paper
Or the pixels on electronic screens,
It is the feeblest figment
Of a train of sentiment,
A soul-stirring time traveller,
Of flashbacks and delight
Contained together,
Photographs are such a wonder!

- ayeshaainie