She could’ve added melody to your discordant notes
And could’ve been the song that takes you home.
She could’ve been your certainty
When all else went astray,
Been the creased photograph
to fill your empty frame.
But so much has remained unsaid for so long-
Time sent a gust of wind,
Yet the flame of fondness was never doused.
Only your words have learned
to hold on effortlessly
To the corners of your mouth.
(I do not intend to belittle any person, title or event. Just personal feelings. Criticism is welcome.)
I looked at their plastic smiles and choreographed waves
And wondered why they aroused no joy or admiration or enchantment in me,
While the world was celebrating “beauty”
Why was I so incapable of lauding the wonder she promises to be?
But I didn’t have to wonder too long, because it dawned upon me soon.
Because beauty doesn’t depend on scores,
Because a “judgement” doesn’t penetrate the soul.
Because beauty never did and never will have standards,
It need not be recognized with awards.
Because beauty to me will always be
The smile worn while your heart cracked inside your being,
The “I’ll be back soon” whispered at the airport;
The “waiting for you to get back”, even though dinner’s cold.
Because beauty will always be your stretch marks,
Your passions and desires, the pain hidden beneath your scars.
Beauty is your flushed cheek after the first kiss,
Beauty is holding your hand through the crowded streets.
Because beauty is your kindness that warms the heart,
Beauty is all that remains when everything else falls apart.