Beauty In My Eyes

Beauty In My Eyes short poem

I set out on a voyage,
to unfold, unearth the myriad layers
of the secrets that creation hides
behind each speck, each face.
My heart went into raptures
at the prodigious loveliness of what I saw!
Pretty, smiling faces, eyes that shone in excitement,
carried a naughty twinkle, or sometimes,
were just lost in a thought.
A sheepish giggle, an enticing simper, a stolen glance,
the curiosity of a shy, reluctant face…
at realizing that I was looking from afar!
And there were stunning parable-like portraits
Witnesses of more summers and winters,
than I could think of.
The finely etched creases on their skin,
evocative of the times gone-by.
Some tittle-tattle and many real life anecdotes.
As I pour it all onto a paper tonight,
a slight thought nudges me.
Is it what everyone calls beautiful that bewitches us?
Or that which soothes our eye
And captivates our entire being?
What is beauty? I do not know!
Is it what makes our hearts swell?
Is it what sets our imagination galloping?
Or is it that which makes us crave for more,
And yet some more!
That which makes us believe…
in a veiled, cherubic charm, in a life, otherwise ordinary.
It’s that which makes my heart melt.
And is etched forever deep into memory.
Yes, this is what beauty must look like; I’m so sure!
No, this for sure is what beauty looks like.
Neither new vistas, nor do I need a new life.
But a new vision and lots of beauty in my eyes!

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