How brutal would it be,
to draw a line in the air on something
of interest, with your eyes:
to be in awe of the subdued parallax
and then simply call it beautiful.
Won’t your fingers itch before doing so?
Won’t they feel the need to caress the surface
before labeling its existence beyond question?
Won’t your tongue go dry of thirst
seeing its colors untasted and unspilled.
Do you really love,
symmetry to this extent?
You forgot the chaos
you were born in.
© Shashank Bhardwaj