Cinema, a world
Of lights and shadows dancing
Capturing our souls
The screen comes alive
As stories unfold before us
Emotions run high
Actors bring to life
Characters we come to love
Their tales we embrace
From laughter to tears
Cinema stirs our feelings
A powerful art
A window to worlds
Different than our own lives
Yet still we connect
The sound, the color
Transporting us far away
To places unknown
Each frame carefully
Crafted with care and vision
To touch our hearts
Cinema, a gift
That allows us to escape
And find ourselves too
So let us embrace
The magic of film's allure
And let it inspire
For in the darkness
Of the theater we find
A light that guides us
About the Creator
Murali
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (5)
A wonderful tribute to the power of cinema - love this poem!
You wrote very well that it captured our souls 😍
Perfect
Loved your words throughout the poem. A good work.
Movies definitely make us forget our problems temporarily. Loved your poem!