He calls me ugly!!

We are friends, we hang out.
Sometimes sit over the walls
of an abandoned yard
legs flailing like Humpty Dumpty,
looking, judging, giggling
over each passer-by.
I think I like him
but he calls me ugly.

He smiles adorably at me
when I get excited over the mangoes
that fall from a nearby tree.

He keeps all the stationery items
ready before our exam
since he’s aware I tend to forget
everything because of my all sorts of
jittery feelings during assessments.

He calls me stupid
because I watch the herd
of cows with their backs
swelling in and out like a wave
while crossing the road
as some kind of free entertainment.

I wear spectacles less often now.
I think my eyes are beautiful
and I want to show him
the only good-looking aspect I have
over my average body
and infant-like tiny crooked teeth.

He rummages through my
books and candies-loaded bag
and manages to find my fat spectacles somehow.
Every time!
And then calls me ugly
while placing it on my nose.

He sometimes misses his cricket practice
because I have frequent tiffs with my parents
for letting me choose the
career I feel I can be best at.

He says he will come
and talk to my parents.
So they let me do whatever
I want to do in life.
I laugh at his audacity.

At times, I do steal instances
to avenge him.
I call him stupid and ugly
and can’t stop laughing.

His childlike pout makes
my heart flutter again.
Why does he bear with me so much?
He again calls me ugly.
Why do I feel pretty when he calls me that?
When did this ‘ugly’ word
become so personal to me?

If ever, each relationship gets
as ugly as this one is
I’ll never look for
any beauty in this world.

Like the stars…

You’re like the stars in the sky

I saw in my childhood
twinkling, smiling down at me
assuring me of a beautiful darkness.
That the places I choose to be
I’d be followed faithfully
with a poetic hope
that nights are
as influential as the light.

Spend wisely

“How about 10 minutes?”

“200 breaths? Are you crazy? Don’t you know the new Respiratory Guidelines? No more than 50 breaths for a non-family member let alone an acquaintance.”

“But I thought you’d make an exception for me.”

“See, they are on constant vigil. It’s preposterous to challenge their audit.”

“Perhaps, this should come to light. What kind of law it is to calculate & limit the breaths/time for each relation. Doesn’t make any sense in 30th century. We aren’t in the same old world anymore”

“Exactly, buddy. Time is precious.”

Beauty Inside Out

Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.

Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.

Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.

Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out

It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.

As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.

What is Beauty?

What is a definition of Beauty?

A child , who according to the unparalleled standards & concocted perpetual thoughts of society is ugly, is the most beautiful infant to his own mother.

Then who has the ownership to be right?

The Society or the Mother??

Everyone has a different point of view of weighing beauty. And so should understand that inner beauty will always outrun the outside beauty.

This perishable body and it’s beauty will degrade with age while inner fairness will going to sustain.

This is a universal truth observed & known by many but understood & implemented only by few.

Humans themselves can’t analyze what they want from their lives, why they do things in a certain way then how can they understand the beauty of others and that’s why they take outer beauty as a reflection of inner one.

Apparently their thoughts are constricted to a limit and are not capable to comprehend it beyond that.

A butterfly never knew it looked way too plain in it’s growing years yet it traveled the journey without any resentment towards those established fairness class. That’s because no one told that little fellow that “you’re ugly in our society”. It completed the transformation with a refined dignity as it should be. There was a goal it had to reach to and attaining a beautiful exterior was never on the list.

People today are busy in keeping themselves pretty that they forgot their life has some purpose. Growing children and teenage are focusing on gaining attention through superficial looks rather concentrating on one’s goal, or the hard work which would make them stand apart, which apparently help them finding their own uniqueness.

Everybody says -Yes inner beauty is something you should look for, hearts are beautiful not the faces,
but exactly how many people keep these things in their minds and for how long?

They read, nod, agree, think for a little while and then forget. It’s true shining objects catches your attention instantly but is that it? Is there nothing else beyond that? I don’t think society will ever be free of this pretentious cage.
Beauty standards will keep on going higher but I just hope moral standards doesn’t lose the edge.