Friday, May 08, 2009


Its amorphous, its abstract, its simple and yet not
It lies in the eyes of the beholder, some say ...
What is Beauty? Who can define ??

In the strange delusions of my mind,
I seek the answers, one step forward and two steps back
I find the answers, or just call them that

And I see Beauty,
In soft sounds of waterfalls,
When water hits itself
From just the right height
Its innocent clarity, powerful and fragile

Or in the muddled light from clouds
Grey and cool, before a rain
Neither evening nor night or day
Just clouds making their way
Yet claiming a piece of time
Making it their own, distinct and aloof
I see Beauty, in clouds of grey

And sometimes it springs, so hard to miss
I seek and find Beauty
In sunlight upon lips of red
Or the scent of wind caressing a waist

As a lover so often can
Walk across a room in flowing grace
And in a moment , the thousand thoughts of your mind
She can make you forget.

When I am sad, it does go away
Yet always comes back like a good friend
In derivations of math, or in notes of music
In the warmth of a touch, Or the wet of a kiss

What is Beauty? Who can define??
No one can tell, Yet its yours to find
If you keep an eye.

- Sanket

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Harshada said...

Sanket, its very beautiful. Also from a not so poetic point of view, beauty is something that brings lots of happiness. So everyone should try to be a beautiful and believe in themselves.

Ashwini said...

I like the poem... but reading it leaves me thinking about how and when have I had a similar experience or thoughts... kudos to the writer for his work... well done... I like your prose better than your poetry... or may be I am a more prose person.... keep writing

Guest said...

Ambiguity is beauty itself.

Bhargavi said...

Ambiguity is beauty itself.

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