Cinema – KensView

Where Dreams Dance?

In a land where worthy tales are told,
Where emotions are painted bold,
Exists a realm of vibrant charm,
Where melodies dance, hearts grow warm.

From streets of Mumbai to mountain tops,
Frame by frame, emotive flow never stops.
It’s a silver screen with magical allure,
Where passions surge and epics endure.

Movement in synchrony, showing off skills,
The steps so intricate, they induce big thrills.
With energy, rhythm, and joyous sway–
The Masala scenes chase worries away.

Heroes with charisma, hearts so pure,
Lift all higher; their spirit and courage ensure.
Through trials and triumphs, they guide,
The lessons learned to forever abide.

Promoting unity, welcoming diversity,
It aims to embrace all with equality,
Give great pleasure to the young and the old,
Within a world where dreams can unfold.

Such is Bollywood’s majestical stage,
Where romance and adventure both engage.
A kaleidoscope of feeling ever so bright,
It ignites sparks that energize film night.

But while espousing harmony and parity,
Does Bollywood still treat all with equity?
Can it keep disarming discord new and old
To help understanding and peace take hold?

Death of the Nation

It just may be our greatest work of cinema

Move over Citizen Kane and Casablanca

No one knows what the ending will be

But here’s some closings augurs foresee

If all his many charges are dropped

His bust could on Mt. Rushmore be propped

There’s serious mention of all his treason

The death penalty would be a good reason

He may get a few slaps on his small wrist

If so, sign up here to be on the list

Someone could pardon poor old Donnie

Who? God? Good luck with that dearie.

Perhaps a few years probation and house arrest

MAGAS would pray to Mar-A-Lago, I attest

SCOTUS may in the end rescue his ass

Watch to see how long all his appeals last

He could win and pardon himself

I’ve got some good scotch on the shelf

Some big fines and/or long imprisonment

Will there at long last be true punishment?

Or, Les Déplorables storm the Bastille

And he takes his Throne for life, final reel!?!

Portrayed through actions dark forces conceal,
A striking tale unfolds, its truth so real.
Probing humanity with candor unbound,
It was for young Me a viewing profound.
The pic’s canvas portrays a foreign land,
Where culture clashes are quick to command,
With people estranged, in turbulent seas,
It reveals a saga that aims for peace.
Amidst bustling streets of a foul regime,
A diplomat arrives in this strange scheme,
Presence peculiar to native view,
Holding our country’s biases as true.
Though the title bestowed shouts out deceit,
Beneath its veil, hints of empathy beat.
In “The Ugly American” we see
A puerile desire to change destiny.
Conflict he addresses with reckless care,
Neglecting effects and burdens they bear.
Acting with impatience and disdain,
He naively puts all on the same plain.
Only the truths he learns at the flick’s end
Brutally make him at last awaken:
His work there only serves to complicate,
Any chance for redemption may be too late.
In this intense tale, a mirror we find
Questions about our country’s state of mind.
I was aware of the cold war contest
But saw no side caring for the poorest.
If leaders had watched it and understood,
This work could have does us all good.