What is the most beautiful thing you have ever laid your eyes upon? Or, who is the most beautiful being you have ever laid your eyes upon? Or, maybe, what is the most beautiful sound you have heard, aroma you have inhaled, flavour you have tasted or feeling you have experienced?
Whatever the answers might be, the H.C.F of these lists would be the shining eyes that recall that face or sight, the lift in the voice that speaks of the experience or sensation, the slight moistness of mouth that makes its presence felt at the quick recollection of a taste…
Beauty does that to us- makes us feel we are partaking of her, as She deftly holds us in her sway, and we are drowned momentarily in oneness with her.
I do believe that for most part of our lives, we are on a quest for what is beautiful and we do not rest in ease till we have absorbed it completely into our grey lives.
Wherein lies this Beauty? Is she as elusive as Love, fleeting as Time? Who can say how and where our searching will end? Will it either be in a heady consummation, with Time as witness, or more predictably, will it be in a swamp of disappointment as She once more slips through our fevered fingers? Hard to tell- there can be no forecasts only hopeful anticipation.
The truth is that Beauty herself does not philosophise or sermonise- she just is. She is there in the torn bits of sky interrupted rudely by pompous skyscrapers; She is there in a sigh of relief when the beloved reaches home; She is there in the mop of unruly hair on the head of a stranger spotted browsing through the non-fiction section of a library; She is there in the boldly kohled eyes of a baby staring into your face before it breaks out into wails; She is there in that surreptitious touch of fingers-to- hand when people meet to connect forever, She is there in palms raised or heads bowed in prayer; She is there in effort and endeavour, loving and losing, giving and getting- She is there in the deepest silences, the softest sighs, the gentlest motions.
But we have learnt to live without her- forsaking her for the mirages that audaciously claim to represent her. We seek her in chaos, in conquests, in dearly bought merchandise that serve their purpose with the transiency that they are engendered from. And what then of us? -we are the sad suffering souls- the mortal millions who die yet another day to waken to the never changing routine of our lives. We still fight our wars for long lost causes, we snuff out lives for false gods and men, and we kill creativity, individuality in the name of learning and knowledge.
It is time we revived our dying sense of Beauty into our lives. She must be restored in our breath, and installed in our spirit. We should never see a day of despondency because Beauty will surround us completely, permeating our entire existence. The guns will stop firing, the blood will stop flowing, the curse of sterility and discord will be lifted from our heads and hearts and we shall LIVE oncemore… Till then, many of us might find ourselves on a lonely journey-
But if She will be ours to keep at the end of our travelling- why should we not walk a few more solitary miles for her… so ask yourself at the end of each day- what has been the most beautiful moment today ?
The answer is yours to cherish for Beauty will transform the world to your oyster, and your spirit, to its pearl.