Can't He Be Beautiful..?

The voice over the phone made me fall in love with it. The use of words and expressions made me feel like the most special person in the world. The purity of soul, the genuineness in the tone, the confessions made, the truth beheld, every part of the conversation was certainly a piece of beauty. Every second statement gave me butterflies and made me feel how pretty the world is. Every single confession made my heart skip a beat. Every other laugh gave me currents throughout my corpse.

The conversation made me feel alive. Alive to see the honesty, genuineness, compassion, attachment, affection and the beauty of love! Never had I ever felt life to be that beautiful. Certainly, a very few things or people manage to add that important flavor to your life. The flavor of 'beauty'. Spreading love throughout my heart, the voice went on kissing each cell of my soul and turned my dead, dried and wilting corpse into a cherished, alive, nourished and loved piece of art again. Every single smile that I could feel on the call went on making me realize that beautiful things still exist in the world. The arms of the person's beauty embraced all of me into itself and gave a heavenly touch of purity and truth to my soul. It was then I exclaimed, "you're beautiful!"

Yes. He is beautiful. With beauty revolving all around his physique, his soul, his words, his smile, his laughter, and his voice. I won't ever feel awkward calling him beautiful. For he, to me has been and will always be a beautiful piece of art which every eye desires to adore. The muse to my poetry, the rainbow to my life of blacks and whites. The dewdrop to my dried, wilted life. The flavor of smile to my tasteless, ugly face and the pinch of liveliness to my dead soul. He, is that chapter of my book, I would never be tired of reading.

He, indeed is simply BEAUTIFUL! So what comes to your mind when I say "beautiful"? A flower? A place? A commodity? Or of course a girl. Why not a boy? Why can't he be beautiful? Why do we restrict the usage of the word? Even a man's looks are worth falling for. Even a man's voice gives you goosebumps. Even a boy's laugh makes you feel happy. A man's smile gives you butterflies. Even a man makes you feel beautiful. Then why can't he himself be called beautiful? Is his beauty any less or the word doesn't do any justice to him? Why cannot a man be a muse to one's poetry? Why cannot a poet write ghazals on a man's beauty? Why is a man's beauty always ignored? When we talk about equality, does equality of beauty not count? Why is a man only called good-looking, smart, intelligent, charming, or very rarely-sexy. I'm sure everyone among us is of the opinion that beauty is not only on the outside. It's not restricted to the physical appearance. It's also one's inner self, one's heart, one's soul. Even a man has a beautiful heart and a wonderful soul. A girl gets the most amazing feeling when someone calls her beautiful. Do boys not crave for it too? Do they not desire to be praised? Or have they already lost hopes from the partial and biased society? Why not make our men feel beautiful? Why restrict the gesture only up to girls? Can we not make our loved one feel special just the way he does to his girl? Can we not praise our men, just the way they do?

Can we not just hold their hands, look deep into their eyes and exclaim, "you, my love, are beautiful!"