What It Whispers.

barren beauty.

Barren stands erect a couple of brown twigs put together,
At a moment,
I find a pristine beauty in it.
Something about the way the moon shone that night,
And lit up the entire sky,
Or something about the golden fairy lights wrapped around the tree
Which stands erect sans any leaf or green.
The golden lights glimmer and twinkle shyly
I capture the beauty
And just knew that
That moment was more than a moment of enchantment,
The tree, lights and the moon that night
Taught me something that I didn't learn that day,
But I knew I would learn one night as I shut my eyes.

A parallelism had to be drawn,
With the human life and the plain brown twigs.
You see we all are breathing beings who stare at the mirror for hours,
Some of us eyeing worriedly at our thinning hair,
Whilst some of the men stroking their wise beard,
A young lady stares at her painful pimple,
The acne and scars,
She can't take it anymore. Because
Mirrors tell us stories,
That we don't comprehend.
But if you chose to actually study yourself,
Mirrors become a material reeking of falsehood
To some.
But to some, those who truly comprehend the teachings of the heart and soul,
Mirrors become a component of the deepest part of their spirit.
Because once you walk on the path of self discovery,
You learn to see beauty in everything.
The stretch marks on your thigh
Or the not so curvy curve
Everything turns out to be absolutely breathtaking.
Because why not?
Learning the ultimate definition of beauty,
The physique becomes a secondary factor to define a pretty face.

A part of discovering yourself is to create new definitions.
And that is exactly what you do
when one fine day you wake up and say
"Today will be different".
With a smile on your face,
The window letting in the sunlight
You pick out your favorite clothing
And head to shower.
You mutter to no one else
"Today I'll embrace myself".
Because as you grow up,
You'll learn that if you don't truly love the whole of you
You will never teach yourself that anyone else can ever love
You with the flaws and insecurities you cherish sickeningly.
Ironic it sounds. But truthful it is, ain't it?

You see we all are born with imperfections,
Or so it may seem.
It may be physical or emotional,
But it has always been there.
Growing up with you,
It has been through what
you've been through,
Sometimes they have made things worse
Whilst unknowingly they have made things better too
But the crimson thing within you wouldn't ever convince you
That indeed imperfection is beauty.
God hasn't proportioned us flawed in anyway
He hasn't made us perfect beings too
In the spiritual terms.
He hadn't stated that He would judge you on the basis of what your physique holds,
Dark, tanned, blue or white.
Rather by what your hands put forth.
And what lies within your heart.
And what your heartbeats mutter in the darkening nights when no one sees you but Him.

You are beautiful the way you are,
Mirrors are liars say some,
But I say not.
Liar is a part of your heart
That houses insecurities oh so merrily.
The next time when you think that a black heart is only caused by sins
Such as theft or physically harming someone
Know that a darkening heart is also
The one that fails to see beauty in the beautiful being you are.
It is also the one that pushes to harm yourself
Because it mutters that you aren't worth it.
Only if you knew oh beautiful soul
That your perfection isn't defined by words
Rather with unspoken praises.
That only depth can understand.

Just as the plain brown twigs
That night had been beautified
With fairy lights,
To convince that sans any leaf too
There is beauty in it
by some men,
Are people who inject and paint
To veil what is truly beautiful.
You may not be breathtaking to lustful some,
But trust me, when you embrace yourself,
You become beyond beautiful.
Because when you love yourself because the God you love
Has proportioned you so perfectly,
No insane being on this earth can convince you that you are anything less than beautiful.
Wrap not fairy lights around you to glimmer,
Unless it is your passion to be a masterpiece
But for that too I would say,
You need not the fairy lights to be a masterpiece,
You are an art all by yourself,
You dont even need to try.