a poem

The curls of brunette hair,

The eyes which intoxicates,

The ever lasting smile on lips,

And the charming face, it's beautiful.

The shoulder which carries love,

The wide open arms which embraces to fantasy,

The heart that share happiness

And the soft touch of hands, it's beautiful.

The voice that tune my life,

The touch that brings me to life,

And the love that shapes my life, it's beautiful

She is beautiful.

Beauty and the Beast

“Moment finally came.” Despite being happy for at least little minutes, fear of goodbye had engulfed the ‘Beast’. The Beast always sees the glass is half empty, rather than seeing the glass is half filled. (That’s the nature of the beast.)
But in fact the glass was half empty, even a fool would tell that. The way how ‘Beauty’ was presented in front of the beast was not so provoking, or may be the beast felt that way. Even if the beast has felt provoked; the beauty would not permit him to take further action. (That’s the magic of beauty.)
Even the beast was against taking further action, for he was drowning in the magic of beauty, slowly but surely. Beast’s mind was frozen; was incapable to control his brain and couldn’t sketch what to do next. So, the beast was unaware of the increasing distance between him and beauty & yet beast hasn’t planned his next move.

Time was ticking and circumstances were gradually going against the beast (completely submersed in grandeur of beauty). He was unaware of the fact that he is solely responsible for making himself like this, helpless in front of the Beauty.

“If you are feeling thirst you need to go to source of the water, water won’t come to you.”
Similarly, Beauty won’t come to you asking to be praised. If you don’t someone else will praise/admire and takes the credibility.

Now then, beauty flew away from the beast. The Beast was left wondering on and on & still wondering. And just like the rule of Nature, Seasons keeps on changing. The Beast still waits for spring, to praise/admire the beauty. (But will spring come for this Beast? God knows!!)

The waiting game has already started as the beast patiently waits for spring!!

The Beauty will be praised!!!

...and sometimes it never comes.

Sometimes the inspiration never comes. When all you want is someone to realize your depression. When all you want is someone to say that they care. The sun can be shining but you don't see it. And the love can be there but you don't feel it. Sometimes the inspiration never comes and the ransom for your joy is just too much. And to show your face means they might judge. They always judge. When all you want is the will to get out of bed. When all you want is some understanding. Sometimes the inspiration, it never comes.