Beauty is a tyrant

Beauty is a tyrant

It yields its power through its sheer force of being

No thoughts, resolve, effort can stand on par with its mere presence

Simply, innocently, unaware

Or aware, it is.

 

Why do your eyes gleam the way they do?

My eyes forget reality as they drown into yours.

 

I travel in my sight along the contours of your face

And my fingers long to travel the same path

Right then exists not the right nor the supposed wrong.

 

Why do your lips form the form they do?

 I lose my will to think at the tiniest twitch of those lips

The nape of your neck.. The way a strand of hair curls behind those ears.. Your easy smile.

 

Surely, if not for those looks, I wouldn't be so held by you.

I would think of the right and the wrong.

Of ownerships and the game of who belongs to whom.

But that face makes me throw it all away, denies me my freedom to choose. And by that, Beauty is a tyrant.

Reviews

[Henry]

My infatuation with a person existed, even though I hated them. Because of this lock... this very lock you speak of. Beauty.

Each reader imagines her details differently, and your writing encourages that process very well. It's a universal struggle to ignore someone who can be as bright as the sun in our lives.

"Your easy smile." I love that :)

[Saakshi]

thank you henry..

[Saakshi]

i didnt hate the person, i jus cudnt go ahead, cuz he belonged to someone else, n given the situation, i decided to jus feel what i did, but chose to not act on it. thank u for ur thoughts
:)