Colourless green ideas sleep furiously; Colourful dark emotions are wide awake,
A violin is set to play,
You are in this beautiful white dress,
Gloves creeping their way to your arms,
A hat hiding the flow of thoughts,
A veil on the face, enclosing its beauty.
Here I am, playing the songs in my head,
Suffocated from the flesh,
Where do I look,
When the ocean is enveloped by the sky and I rest in space,
Soon the song will stop and we go home.
The place where the secrets don’t settle,
Where bodies are naked and beauty proclaim the universe,
Where we can fall for each other, in the eyes, the deep blues,
No space or sky to resist the flow of my sight.
It is simply soothing, the coffee and your skin,
I never liked the sweet taste of hope,
Just the little sour, I adore.
So here we are, hand in hand, no clothes to bind and blind,
Let just lay, till they know we are drunk on coffee,
Till they go home.
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A little dwell on the pen to enumerate an expression,
To let the ghost be aware of the dark,
Or the dark be afraid of my ghost,
To entangle a hopeless vision and adore,
A million feelings that knock my door.
A poet, they say need the cry of the muse,
But will they ever know the secret of the doom?
For every time, I lose myself into the room of words,
I call upon a thousand spirits,
To guide my hands and spell the right song.
Enumerating through my past,
The affair of the ink to last,
To repeat the same sentiment of my greed,
I befoul myself into a clown.
To paint me in the ink and enrol the aura of belief,
A poet, they say need the cry of the muse,
But who am I to lie?
I can only wonder and host a point of view.
Music brings arenas of life that cannot be surrounded by the social walls and with a suplement of a music video, the story can renovate or evolve revolutions to the man kind. The development of music has witnessed how the impact of arts can be traced down through the society; every movement in the history associate them-self with an anthem that propagate their agenda, a simple example can be the origin of the Sufi movement and the musical contemporary to the divine belief set.
The contemporary might be the place of peace and an elaborate sense of customs that can make lives fairly productive, but the medical advancement stands weak in front of a plague that is hunting down a major population on the globe.
The mental distress has provoked a sense of agony in the different age groups and lifestyle, escapism has found another avocation of healing with the outspread of this tendency. Linkin Park, a band that screen out symbolism of the contemporary at its best always finds an important issue to rhyme for the world stage.
The latest song, Heavy is captured in a direction frame where a girl is left unrecognized in the video and the man who is associated with it, cant seem to fathom himself and therefore his relationship with the female.
The lyrics produce a strong command over the relationship with metaphor that brings the intensity of the importance. The female brings out a lost entity that general aggression of life dissolves into an invisible power.
The reference can stand on a mystical ground defining the female to represent a soul, or even a simple structure of the lost sense of satisfaction in the modern world. The music video is wrapped under a dull vision, enumerating the amount of confusion and agony that a contemporary man holds against life.
Simple references of the universe and the weight holds significance to bring out the symphony that is set as a target.
The modern escapism theories are integrated with this need to find the lost conscious entity and explore the power of the union that can provoke the sense of satisfaction and understanding in the complex puzzle of the social structure.
The erythemic stance of the blood,
the vibrant speculation of the eye,
the hold of a sensation through the skin,
the essence of expression from a lie,
entangling the vision of light and darkness,
through the greatest valleys of our thoughts,
here we are, wandering in the canopies of our ethos,
the believe is fading, enabling the scripts to be lost.
Human, the discerned existence of the universe,
are lost with the calibre to create,
unknown to the fundamental element of this curiosity,
and far away from the mystical existence of the clay,
the material was everywhere, abandoning the glare,
provoking the ethos to enable its birth,
and the creation to witness their fall from the grave.
The serpent drew its poison to the light,
and we were left with the fruit, well-defined,
the fruit was the emblem to learn and seek,
but where we breath, does not justify the need,
follow to seek, and provoke the totem out of reach,
find the lost mystique , be guided to the real colour of the sea.
The beautiful and serene ,
her colours abrupt the seas,
she shades the sky with ease,
and surrenders the words to peace.
Muse and rituals saves her flight ,
the eye defining season’s blind,
her canopies inhibiting the saintly forge,
her love of silence, the visionary hold,
those sights entails the world we see,
splash the life, the moon and trees,
her power is the mare delight ,
as if fire holding the silver dine of ice.
That is what you and me believe,
she’s the eye of every need,
call her expression , call her deeds .
She’s the feather showing the empty breeze,
travelling along emotion and greed.
The poem is a description about ‘Expressions’. Every artist inhibits in the soul capture of sights and imaginations, expression is the air to the existence of art. It is not just what one takes on over the paper , but also how we deceive over a reflection of existence, for example one may deceive the reflection on the water body as an abrupt of the serene blue colour. Expressions are complex , as to understand the concept , subjectivity comes into play. Given above are some metaphorical relations to define what art stands for, it is as pure as the ‘ saintly forge’ and it’s existence enters from every basic emotions to entrap.