Beauty Lies Within

Beauty is limited to the soul

But the soul is limitless.

It's hard not to get resisted by eyes staring all the time.

Eyes.

Looking.

Looking from the edge

Of the shimmering spectacles

Or from above a very thick book

Of speculations

Or from between the widely written lines.

Looking and scanning

The way one chooses to be silent,

The way no one understands,

The way someone had already

Looked away from.

Mirrors are ruthless.

The eyes getting reflected by

Never see the owner.

Instead, they dive into the depths

Of being not-so-skillfully examined.

I might not get out of this circle.

I might not get what makes mirrors humble.

But eventually, everything resonates around and within. Beauty might too, someday.