I do not agree that “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” To me, it is a statement reflecting dependency. To me, beauty rests within you even if the beholder can’t see it. It is important for you to see it, not for the beholder.
The fragrance of the thoughts
flows through the ink on the letter.
The season has returned already.
Love is in the air.
“I don’t love you,” she replied to him as he sat on one knee with a rose in his hand, looking at her face with love in his eyes and smile on his lips. “I am sorry,” she apologized with a hope that he won’t feel hurt.
Climb up the stairs.
Put the second foot behind the first.
You will grow when you will dare
to walk and cross over each hurst.
I am a woman.
Free from all the roles which
I am generally associated with,
I am basically just a human.
She is lost in his eyes. Though, it is just a picture and today she will see him at last, yet she can’t help being mesmerized each time she looks at his face and thinks of his sweet way of talking. This is the time when all her fantasies will be tested.
I cuff my ears
with headphones- big and small
and zone out from all
the world’s bustle.
I close my eyes
and can see you.
You haven’t met me uptil
now but many a times, I have met you.
A lot of the early poets and authors refer to poetry as something to look down upon. Some try to bind it in verses, definitions and distinctions while others are still figuring out its techniques and methods through the use of the same throughout the process.
I am walking through a street.
It divides at every next angle.
Each angle introduces another lane
and is full of its own memories.