chameleonography

u kno, its human to cry.
its human 2 be envious.
its human 2 feel heart wrenching pain.
its human 2 let ur mind wander into the past, when it wants 2.
it is human 2 change..u kno all dat hullabulla bout 'change bein da only constantt' n shit..
bt is it human 2 forget everythin u were and give birth to a new 'you', to suit one's insatiable thirst for happiness?
which is the true 'you'... the words said 2 some1 , now inaudible, due to the howling of the winds of time...the words you say now, 2 some1 new...the wors u will say to some1 else, who's blissfully unaware, as i rite, that he's da next one 2 hear words, people before him have heard and thot were meant only for them...
its nt da wrench of a broken heart..but of an amused individual, who sees that life is actually a game played between a subject n a camera... the camera is da mind...it takes pictures of people,occasions, events, promises, smiles , lies...n then preserves them for future reference...thats the part which is called 'Photography'...
bt then here's da twist..when the camera is positioned on the subject after a photoshoot, for a second sitting, da subject looks different...the pouting smile, the endearing eyes, the inviting body language, the slightly parted lips, the open legs have been replaced by a cold, misty glare...the photographer looks in disbelief... he closes his eyes and realises that as beautiful as his subject had looked a moment ago, its not meant for him anymore...the Chameleon smiles on, the paparazzi have arrived and its time to perform.