Why I learnt Photography

The sangria that was drunk on you,
The tequila that you shot,
The lime wedge that you resuscitated,
And the sugar that wished it was salt.
They all witnessed how that night
I shamelessly looked at you
And felt a poem write itself
Just as magical as your presence.
And your eyes that made
deep sea diving seem petty.
And the city of stars that shimmered
Just above your eyelashes
Your smile that would make Ben Franklin wonder
Why he ever needed a kite.
And Your voice so persuasive
Even Ali would give in without a fight.
Your touch, as exhilarating as a night club
On my first night in Lang Kwai Fong.
Your embrace as warm as the memory Of Mumbai
After six months in Hong Kong.
While I know that these are things
No man can own or control.
But what I would give to be the one
Witnessing the miracle, every day and night.
Oh I’d give anything on nights like these
To show you how much I love you.
But all you ever wanted from me was
A good photo for your Instagram.