I find Beauty in things I shouldn't.
Like death.
The way all of those ten million cells which kept going for you for so many years, Suddenly decide to give up on you.
The way all your organs realise that they have had enough.
The way your breaths know that there is no more space left for them to occupy in this world.
The way your skin knows how the cuts you always carved onto it had finally come to do the needful.
The way your veins and arteries and all of those nerves magically crave peace.
And all of your infinite tiny parts take the rest they always deserved.
And heartbreak.
The way your lover gracefully takes all of your pains and plants the sapling of hope in the garden by the backyard just to poison it with cyanide to seek the pleasure of watching it rot.
The way someone who once bled from your miseries now turns a sadist just for your miseries.
The way hurt seeks Refuge in the shattered dimensions of your soul which plead to be anywhere but your body.
The way a human, who can endure the greatest of tortures gives up the moment they talk of their failure in love.
The way the hiatus isn't ever a full stop.
I find Beauty
In having nothing.
The way then, you are free of anyone- anything that could've chained your brains or your heart
They way then, you would've been yourself because a man is only himself when he knows there's nothing really left for him to lose.
As for me,
There's an altogether different charm in being depressed.
The way you know how it feels to be jailed pretty much before you ever go to a prison. The way the constant Dystopia bleeds poetry into the veins which otherwise surge with just hurt. The way there's only pieces of you you can carry with yourself. Fragments of emotions which pop up spontaneously- anyone at anytime.
The way tomorrow is always suspicious and the way today is always too long.
There's so much artistry in the way self harm consumes a person
For all the scars which lie naked not covered by norms, ethics, morality.
The way your skin cries for you each time your hands can't touch the only guy you have ever loved.
The way truth, is etched onto your being so beautifully that it can never be separated from you.
I find Beauty in everything you run away from.
Because I believe, everything that was created has about itself a splendid feature which could make you fall on your knees.
So next time you decide to open your mouth and spill verses out of it,
Name them nothing but beautiful.
