With every cut, a breath, a sigh,
Layers of meaning rise and fly.
Sound and silence, light and shade,
A tapestry woven, dreams are made.
In this alchemy of sight and sound,
A world unfolds, profound, unbound.
On the timeline, a tale takes flight,
It’s the art of editing, where darkness finds light.
Footsteps echo on distant ground,
rustle of leaves, a haunting sound.
With every tone, you paint the air,
crafting mosaic, beyond compare.
Fading echoes, laughter’s grace,
The pulse of life in every space.
Layers of sound, a dance, a song,
Where shadows linger and spirits throng.
Magic breathes in a painted sky,
stars appear where no stars lie.
oceans flowing through city streets,
mountains rising where none could meet.
stretching shadows into endless night,
filling dark caves with secret light.
A sun that sets in velvet hue,
a flower blooming where none could grew.
A secret art that bends the day,
blends the edges where moments sway,
matching moments, a seamless flow,
from sunlit highs to twilight glow.
blends the dawn with softest hues,
turns stormy skies to calmest blues.
the touch that makes a desert burn,
or gives a forest a misty turn.
Giving the film a final touch,
dreams wrapped in light so much.
a master crafted with care and grace,
a polished gem for a waiting space.
So here it stands, a tale refined,
a collage of moments intertwined.
ready to soar on wings of light,
to captivate souls, both day and night.
Crafting stories with a soul.
No idea too small; Shape it, mold it, add a soul. Stories that connect.
There is something special about the film, only when you see it, you realize what it is. No words can describe it.
Indian Express The feel of Romance