Movie

To be a part of a loyal audience is not my favorite,

When I pick a movie for weekend,

In the auditorium full of crawling humans,

Carrying a handful of popcorn, desperate to claim, 

their thrones. Never mind!

I would be invisible anyway amid the fragrance of,

first loves born out of hormones that will walk past me,

Of course, amid the gradually diminished lights too,

When it will be the beginning before the beginning, I 

would reminisce about the days of DVD cassettes, 

black and white tv back at my house when I was a kid.

I try to find the essence of 90s romance in the 2022s hook-up song.

What a cliché of my old-school mind. Isn’t it?

Does it hurt though to be a movie buff and a loner together?

Perhaps no!

Yet the reality of hundreds of souls absorbing the same energy

 of different emotions makes me happy; the magic of a movie it is. 

Love will make them happy, and so will I be happy.

Heartbreak will make them sad, and so will I be sad.

Death will make them cry, and so will I cry.

Feels like a massive orgy of emotions, a carnival of feelings.

And I would happily trade anything for it. Masterpiece!

It is a universe inside our universe, absorbing us to be more,

Magically binding our urges to give in and transform. Majestic!

Movies make me do things; show me how to live on hope, also,

To play with my demons without fear and burn all the forces.

I become a whole new entity till the story rolls on, 

hang in the hangover afterward while it lasts in my system. Movies!

Then it is over, pushing me back into my world full of echoes,

Throws me in a red velvet setting,

In the auditorium full of crawling humans. That is why,

When I pick a movie for weekend

To be a part of a loyal audience is not my favorite.