Beauty...

Beauty...
Nature shows, that the beauty is in the randomness, but, by us, the properties of aesthetics have been consciously defined; wilderness pleases me the most, and so does the Rivers—unwound and the mountains—untouched & unmined...

Someone has rightly once said, that " form must follow the function", but the fetish of this society is for the symmetry & proper assemblage; my arrogance, therefore, is bound not to stop, till my beautifying impulse reaches the decadence stage...

'Health' of something is the only defining property of beauty, in any living creature or a modest being; my craving for that perfect balance of 'mind & body', keeps me constantly keen...

Rather than attractive faces, beauty can also come in 'delectable fingers' or 'lustrous luscious feet', smoothness should rather be as savoury as the whiskey I prefer— raw or neat...(just kidding;))

If, quote:" life is an art of failing magnificently", then the moment to appreciate beauty, I steal, for the craving for an ordinary 'Sigh of Relief'; what else could I be doing with the delusional "perfect life", if it is so short or ridiculously brief...

If, "love isn't a fairy tale", then beauty— isn't  heavenly either,  rather un-magical and mundane— Unless preserved in "poesy", it seeps through the hour-glass—grain by grain...

Beauty sans grandiosity rather the "modesty is its natural sheen, Praveen will keep on admiring BEAUTY till Praveen becomes PRAVEEN!!!

©Praveen Katiyar