SINGING SWANS
Project by Nav
Reflection
sitting with my reflection, reminiscing about the days of the past
i sometimes wonder, what I miss the most
the connections, the places, the tastes, the smells that last
or is the no sense of time, when I was immersed
lost in pursuit of something, a thing that’d be so fulfilling
when it finally arrived, the triumph, the elation
that didn’t last long, not as an unceasing feeling
now I miss what I had, when on the spoor
but I look for, and find the next great big thing
knowing that too won’t mollify, but it stops me craving.
poem by Nav
Photo by: Aperture Capture By Nav
Model: Nazneen Shaikh
Make-up & Hair artist: Naz Make-up Artistry