“Can the Mind ever describe Beauty?”

When I saw a beautiful flower on a tree

I thought of taking it in my hand and hence plucked it,

The nearness of the beauty brought joy to me

But not for long as the joy began to fade away soon;

A feeling that the tree bearing the flower

Was much more beautiful than the flower alone

Quickly prompted me to place the flower

Back at where it was and look at the tree from a distance

And this time the joy returned to me never to fade again

A pair of beautiful eyes on the face of a woman at a distance

Appeared to tell me that she was beautiful because of them,

Suddenly I remembered another woman not so beautiful

And imagined of replacing her eyes with the beautiful ones

But to my surprise she didn’t appear as beautiful as the other

Which made me to wonder whether the pair of eyes

Were to suit only the earlier face and not the other one;

I didn’t want to lose the sight of that beautiful face

And hence I turned towards her to feel the joy

I saw, one day on a street, a poor woman with her child,

Which appeared not so beautiful since it looked dirty

Being dressed in a torn and dirty cloth,

I turned towards it as the child drew my attention

And saw its smiling face as if it recognized me;

It started repeating all the gestures from my side

And it appeared to be not minding its own appearance,

There was no glimpse of shamefulness about itself

And for a moment I noticed the beauty in its innocence

“What is beauty?”, “Where is the beauty?”

I wondered as and when I happened to be alone;

My sensory organs remind me of the immense beauty

In not only man made things but in nature as well

But, I have often felt that such a beauty

Is the product of comparison and sensory pleasure

And hence the joy arising out of it is of fleeting moment;

Is it possible to create a beautiful whole thing

Out of several parts that may in turn be beautiful?

Can the mind ever describe or comprehend beauty?

May not be possible as long as it continues

To separate things as beautiful and ugly

And hence remains caught in only sensory pleasure;

Beauty may be something to be felt within

Just for a moment and not to be wished for its continuity

But then who is that entity feeling the beauty?

May be it is the intelligence of the organism,

Which may operate freely when the mind is totally free.