The Definition of Beauty!

Do you remember your dreams after you wake up?
Have you tested yourself the way you did to know exactly
when you slept off?
Do you remember the face you just saw in your dreams?

What if I told you I just dreamt awake?
What if I told you I just saw those strands of hair
covering just the exact geometric angle of pupil
that is where it does not hide the expressions?

What if you never know how much loved dark circles?
Or how much they rekindles that bent down part of yours which once wanted
to burn the midnight oil rather than minting money?
Did you ever care to listen beyond your dreams.. the calls
to old blues which sounds more powerful than these reggae's of today?

Do you remember spelling beauty for the first time? Or the first time you imagined it?
You defined it for yourself.
Your very own set of prejudices,
your conserved sense of restricted media and local outlook,
and your embodiment of perfect with no extra r's in it?

You'll never know how you will feel if you never defined it... but
you will know what exactly I mean if you could see those lips
moving on your worst times.
and you sense.. no, you know,
that things will set square once those tresses are parted again.
And, you, in all your existence, just waited for that moment to come.

To capture. To love.
Till the point it's unbearable again.