The painting "Nighthawks" by Edward Hopper is something that i really admire. It potrays the 20th century America amidst the WWII as it showcases the misery that the civilians go through due to war crisis It also depicts, in the words of the artist "the loneliness of a big city". It holds true in the modern age for most of us. Even though we are not going through wartime crisis but in a way, we are still isolated from the people around us, varying reasons of which can be found at everyone. The way a painting is highlighting such serious elements, is commendable. I am sorry for not being able to insert the photo of the painting, so kindly take the help of Google :)
As the pearly gates ushered me into a paradise of cherry blossoms and dianthus blooms, I warmed a chair in the Elysian bliss. But still my eyes clapped on The Crown of Thorns, that took the flowers under its wings, You are aware that you , just like the bee trapped in a cobweb, cannot make a clean gateway, but you choose to fight a lost battle. Life may leave you at a wonderland, but its not just milk and honey in there. Life may, as well, let you get a second bite at the cherry, but you have to pull your own weight and sink your teeth into it.
O the vital past youth ! Wasn't that a phase I ne'er required ease and rest . For unlike instant , my bones sure wasn't feeble greeting death .
If only I could be that young I would certainly undergo mine first love again, As harshness and emptiness of my declining years wilt get buried In presence of teens, beautiful sorrows coupled with stress And undoubtedly in the existence of mine lover's savage expressions , Which once succoured my love life, and one I very much miss till date .
In whims of youth, was glorious,is breaking all rules With the power of friendship, we swayed the whole school. From commanding the younger to being the root of all issues, Hard to let slip of those strong memories, put together with those innocent folks, Even when life moves on , I'm certain all of us relives in it , Even in dreams .
Youth hood, the broad daylight of life Is the definite span of promised happiness With verities of greives followed with de trop bundle of advice.
Ain't prime youth , the hour in which the day of life dies! Ain't it the phase packed with considerable pessimism ? The innessential aggressions and those unrequired angers Did I not feel the loss of patience !