BEAUTY IS UGLY
Beauty they said have drifted from the eyes of its beholder and now lies in the hands of the make-up artist.
It is no more an object of identity, but a premium tag of a creative mind. It has surpassed its common representation of a person, it is now an art of making beauty out of ashes.
Beauty baffled by ugly, Ugly took as beauty. A lie is taken as a riddle; What a race in search of perfection which even when tossed aright will always be far fetched.
This indeed is awkward. The most beautiful one is yet to be formed because beauty can’t exist if not yet been born.
Cast your smile and change your styles, Take the flow and pout your mouth, Paint your picture, or Photoshop it, either way, it flows, beauty lies beyond the glimpse, it searches beneath the bliss. It is the shackle itself.
Chained and bounded, brokenly misguided. It is indeed the best friend that got changed by Ugly. Look good but don’t be bound by it. Call it a self crush, loving you first, Me-me first; damn the self-praise, if it doesn’t change the bad in you instead.
Craved for it, lied by it but never forget; It is the metamorphosis of what is yet to be transformed. It is the transit of a decayed burden.
Cast your pearl, admire the stare, beauty indeed is the ugly that got trapped in a world beyond, for it is hidden beneath the ashes which fade not but only remaineth in the inscription which only the heart can spell.
