Beauty doesnt merely lie in the eyes of the observer it lies in his thoughts, in his feelings, in his character. The moment you grow big enough to find the beauty in a girls scar or a mothers unconditional love, at that moment you grow beautiful. You grow so beautiful that you get to know what the Beauty of being beautiful is. The happiness you get at that state is what is actually called bliss. Bliss is not the state when your dad gifts you what you want or the state when your friends give you a surprise party. Bliss is that time when you realise that you have changed. That you have become so beautiful and great that you are able to see love in a small act. When you realise that now you are able to actually differentiate between true beauty and fakeness. That you are able to find happiness in others happiness. That you can see beauty in a beast, beauty in a broken harmonium. That state is called bliss.
And she started writing down the poem She wanted to move away fron the false septum So she decided to create her own world The world of poetry She created princess, trees and mountains She Inhaled the air that gave life She ran behind the lion that was hunting for prey She saw the wonders of the space The Beauty of rain drops And then she gasped . She closed her eyes. She smiled. She was flying. She was the princess who was running behind the lion Who ran across the mountains, below the oak trees. And when she was tired she gasped for breathe and closed her eyes. But when she opened, she saw the stars The stars and the galaxies dancing to her tunes. And that is when she started flying higher. Higher and higher. To review my other poems visit: http://www.writerscafe.org/Shreeraksha
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