Love at First Moonlight

The Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue adaption is a queer trauma in a straight drama. Emerging from the distressed boroughs of Miami, Moonlight shines bright as a coming-of-age story and highlights emotions and identity issues within inverted commas. A violent meditation breathing life through childhood, adolescence and adulthood of the protagonist, the movie unravels like a quasi-Brutalist work of art. So severe but so brilliant.

            “Am I a Faggot?”

If a pregnant pause could be more pregnant then this moment would be it. When the innocent Little asks the Cuban drug dealer Juan, the whole world comes to a full stop. Perhaps it is not the waning Little who cannot play football, fight back against bullies or being a nobody but Juan teaching him how to swim, go back to his abusive crack-addict mother and an advice to go on a path of self-discovery that makes Little big.

“Who is you, Chiron?”

The repeated daggers thrown by everyone only adds 50 shades of grey into Little’s adolescent avatar. Ashton Sanders has inquisitive eyes that takes you into 120 Days of Sodom where the sons and daughters of libertines only seem to see every surviving hope in defeat. It is perhaps the kiss with Kevin that spews moonlight over a breath of weed. Immersive yet momentary.

“Who is you, man?”

Punctuating tough moments with tougher moments of silence, Chiron’s metamorphosis into hip-hop grunge seems softcore with the occasional visit to his mother weaved by Nicholas Britell’s pieces of orchestral music. If Mozart could appear like Hotline Bling then Vesperae Solennes de Confessore does the complementing trick. Maybe worthy of B J Thomas’ I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry during the anarchic scene of Black coming to meet a remorseful Kevin and rekindling love to moonlight and back. 

          If your love fell into the mists of Moonlight then which song would be playing? Write in the comments below:

When Both can say - Certainly

Relationships are never tricky. We just feel so. It is like peeling your poignant layers, one at a time. It sounds complex, at times vague - but that is the beauty, the simplicity. The more you try to dig in, the deeper you sink in.

You need to experience it before thinking about it. And yes, you have.

Relationships come in all sizes and shapes. The emotional ones, the spiritual ones and even the blink-in-a-miss all sex, all fun ones. Love, is such a tender theme, that even the great scholars can be left scratching their heads when asked for pearls of wisdom. So who do you tend to, when in pain?

No one. Yes, no one. For the situations how common, how understood - it is impossible to decipher the intensity of love. The feeling of being love, orgasms and peace can never be quantified. It is like touching the infinity. Limitless yet visible. I for one, never accepted the fact that the meaning of true love ever existed. Until it happened. In the most bizarre way.

And when did it happen. Boy, it was like nectar. The taste was like an elixir, I never tasted before. But then sometimes, good things do come to an end. Of course, things start falling the moment that spark starts to dwindle. But true love will still make you feel like singing to the selfless tune while walking to the road to nothingness.

The time comes when you wish to strike back. Nice and hard. Perhaps, with a new bombastic energy. This time, your fist is tougher than iron. But wait. Is this a rebound? No. It is plain flow of adrenaline. Anger, anxiety, loneliness all clubbed into one. The moment you start feeling good, a part of you knows you are in for trouble. You need to understand that relationships are never a one way street. The harder you try to make it work, the more it worsens. So who is to be blamed - ignorance, passion or maybe just your stupid heart who never fails to go all out?

The answer is again, no one. You have to be patient.

There will be times where you will feel like jumping off a cliff and changing colours like a shape shifter. But pay no attention to your frail side, let him come out. For, he needs this. You need this. Time is never the bitch but certainly a true healer.

If your love reeked of purity, the ends of your street will meet. To a point, when both can say - certainly.

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