My Beautiful Sister

Confident in herself,

She struts around-

And makes the world her runway.

Believing in herself,

She walks around-

With no obstacles in her path.

This strong, confident woman:

Is my beautiful sister.

Solving problems like a ten-piece puzzle,

She’s the one to go to.

A word of advice at the tip of her tongue,

She’s the one to talk to.

The smartest, the wittiest, and the bravest heart:

She is my beautiful sister.

Moments created together-

Forever cherished.

Laughs shared in each other’s company-

Forever doted on.

Mundane conversations, and exceptional ones-

Forever looked forward to.

These are the few things I do-

With my beautiful sister.

My confidante,

My companion,

My friend,

My comrade,

She is my beautiful sister.

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Caught 

I caught a glimpse as he passed by.
Never before, had I seen a face like that,

A face that could draw me in with just one look from those eyes.

Eyes that pulled me into a trance,

Eyes that looked passed mine,

And into the deepest corners of my soul.

I couldn’t look away.

I was left naked and barren under that gaze

Which scrutinised me without my acquiescence.
I was intrigued, and scared.

Little did I know, that those eyes-

Those beautiful eyes that bore into my soul-

Would lead to my destruction.

I let them draw me in.

I realised, too late, that some phenomena had occurred,

Some irrational thing.

I was hooked.

I was caught.

I was forever lost in those beautiful eyes.

Beauty

To ridicule an object of beauty,
Is to blemish a memory,
To mar a truth,
To destroy a love.
‘A thing is beauty, is a joy forever’.
To ruin that object,
Is to ruin the joy that it brings to someone.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

What someone finds beautiful,

May be in contrast to what we think is beautiful.

The most outlandish thing to someone,

Could mean a great deal to someone else. 
However, beauty does not lie in the object.

It is what lies within the object that makes it beautiful.

Beauty lies in the memory associated to the object,

It lies in a truth we are unaware of, 

In a love we are unaware of.
To ridicule an object of beauty,

Is to blemish a memory,

To mar a truth,

To destroy a love. 

‘A thing of beauty, is a joy forever’.

To ruin that object,

Is to ruin the joy that it brings to someone.

Fit In

What is beauty?

We all pretend to know what it is.

But is beauty what we feel something is? 

Or, do we just say something is beautiful, just to fit in? 

Isn’t that what we all want?

To fit in?

What, then, is fitting in?

Thinking the way other people do? 

Feeling the way other people do?

No one would be special then. 

To be special, to mean something,

That is what we all crave for. 

So we do what people do,

We try to fit in. 
But on this path to “fitting in”,

We lose ourselves,

And forget what we are.