Beautiful

The scarlet petals of rose on their own, looked nonchalant

An unobtrusive entity amidst infinite spread of colors

But when they were arranged in an ikebana with precision

They found it admirable; they found it a stellar

That’s how we perceive beauty, all fake, all done up

The opalescent pebbles floating in an ocean were disparaging

An inconspicuous presence among colorful fishes and weeds

But when they were bedecked in a beautiful mosaic

They called it enamoring; they defined it mesmerizing indeed

That’s how we appreciate beauty, all fake, all done up

A century old cloth seemed yards and yards of outlandish waste

With insane, stubborn threads lurking, it looked grotesque

But when it transformed in to a floating gown, all bejeweled

They found it awe-inspiring, a creation so picturesque

That’s how we perceive beauty, all fake, all dolled up

True beauty! Why such a transparent thing goes so opaque

Try and peep in, its encased in the heart, besieged in fervor

Why smitten by beauty that’s short-lived, spilling through the time

How can one envisage true beauty being oblivion to skin deep splendor

One is beautiful if the eyes open gateways to the soul

Not because of deep set eyes, not because of a perfect mole

One is beautiful for the care and the passion they bestow

Complimenting Outer vanity is obnoxious, repugnant as a whole

Rare are the people whose compliment really do seep in

Coz I know they see me as a person deep in my skin, not as a doll

Complaints are persistent as to why I don’t appreciate admirations

Why should I say thanks, when its phony, its meaningless,it didn't touch me

But I give credence to adulations when I smile silently and say nothing at all……