they swirl around beneath our feet,
taking form of paintings and sculptures,
art pieces to study,
when in reality they are alive,
a force not to be reckoned with,
existing only through the glass,
untouchable yet tangible,
able to be seen with the naked eye,
only because of their purity.
they are likened to the deep, dark void of oblivion,
the insistent burn and blaze of the fiery sun,
the smooth, seductive, silkiness of chocolate,
the calming gaze of an endless sky,
the glare of a yield sign before a pedestrian,
the vivid liveliness of aloe vera,
the glistening droplets of cherry juice on a white shirt,
the sway of a marigold pirouetting in the breeze,
the fluff of a marshmallow before it is chewed in a mouth,
the magnificence of royal robes worn by ancient rulers.
everyday occurrences, they are,
taken for granted and abused,
subjected to the beholder's every whim,
but,
they exist singularly to be beautiful,
or more accurately,
incandescent, lustrous, and striking.
- neeha
