Praveen Kumar

What is beauty I wondered often,
Is beauty, there or really here,
Or nowhere, a chemistry perhaps;
It strikes like bolt from anywhere
And shocks senses with gentle sweetness
And fills the soul with rest and peace;
How it came and why it came,
No reflections ever illumed me;
I looked at heaven and inside me:
Beauty whispers in some, not in all,
Beyond logics and rhymes to explain;
Is harmony beauty, I wondered often,
Does forms and colours in elegant mix
Sprouts that beauty, I wondered often;
Disharmony, misshapes do create beauty,
Mess-ups too shock some by its beauty;
Beauty has no laws, beauty has no worlds,
Beauty on freewill appears anywhere;
For beauty is not earthly, beyond material,
Beauty is grace, subliminal light;
Beauty is the truth from the nature's womb,
Nascent and fresh like nature's innocence;
Beauty breeds and grows in nature's cradle,
It feeds on nature and is the nature's soul;
Beauty and nature are inseparable twins.