Let me invite you to a dark room
Darker than the inquisition tables of the middle ages
Murkier than the ink pots of Homer and Vyaas
Colorful than the counselling tables of Sigmund Freud
Vocal than the greatest canvasses of Van Gogh and Picasso
World of cinema, magic and psychotherapy, they offer a new vision
You are inverted, you mirror yourself, you paint yourself
As the film strip steps up your emotion, a new arrow is born
A new arrow into the myriads of mirrors within you
Let us salute those epic film makers
For their adrift skills and voyage through this ocean of art
When I walk through these streets of optics and montage
I enter a new phase, when I can read thousands of patterns in your faces
Magic moments, Misty eyes, Gleam in my pupil, Glory in the crowds
I embrace all these, only to taste the vibrant waves of kinesthetics!