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There was a flower, blossoming on the shoreline. Beholding the serenity of the seas and criticising the rise and fall of the indomitable tides. It swayed in the balmy air and loathed the dusty storms. It adored the sun's radiance and mourned the moon's norms. It extolled the aesthetics and execrated the wrongs. It denied the nectar but appreciated the honeycomb. There was a peyote, living in the dreary sands. Mesmerized by the great dunes, standing like a tomb. Relishing the scanty rains with much aplomb. It grows its roots in the search of water,  many call it a coxcomb. Such is the folk, unaware of the real beauty for so long!                                     - Swasti Jain
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
The real beauty
Slim waist. Skinny arms. Thigh-gap legs. “Perfect bodies,” we call them. “Beautiful” and “Real.” But there is nothing real in plasticity, Nothing beautiful in being ashamed Of stretchmarks And imperfections. Self-hate is not beautiful. Self-hate is a bunch of weeds, Growing on the outskirts of our minds, Slowly inching their way Into the flowerbeds of our lives, Killing everything in their path And leaving a trail of burnt nothingness. Self-hate is the wandered gone astray, The lost hiker desperate for a path To lead him back. It is panic and despair; The road for self-destruction. Self-hate is an ignored cry for help, A stumble into a dead-end street. It is staring into a dark void— Only to be stared back by your own tormented eyes. Self-hate is not beautiful. It is your soul begging to be saved By your own self.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
weeds
Beauty from the first glance, Never more blessed by chance, Beauty from the first sight, Fades to black by the night. Beauty lands on the eye, Keep watch as time goes by, It’s gone as sunlight fades, Banality cascades. Beauty which beauty lasts, Timeless aura it casts, ‘Tis my surprise sublime, Beautiful every time.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
The Endless Surpise Of Pure Beauty
The hot and the cold collide It is soft and tender, yet wild and free There is no tomorrow, only now And oh how it is etched in time! Fresh hot branding! As the extremes conflict, they slowly merge A mellow hiss is all that is left of the time lost in eternity Forever real Forever beautiful
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Anticipation