Not a collective
It is personal
Beautiful is
Not a qualification
Not a rank
Beautiful is a feeling
Not a judgment
A poem
And not a test
Is a practice,
Beautiful
is love.
But tell me
How to be?
Who to be?
More importantly,
Who NOT to be?
Every breath I take seems wrong
Every pleasure I feel guilty
Every sadness seems like a crime
And every moment that is not picture worthy is a waste [of time]
Tell me
There’s more to this life
Than these 4 corners
A heart
And a dialogue cloud
Tell me
I can fly free from that paper airplane [icon]
And be saved in someone’s memory
Without the bookmark
Tell me
Beautiful is more than just someone’s gaze and approval
I guess
I don’t know why I want you to think that I look beautiful
I guess
I want you to tell me
that I look beautiful
So
I try to look beautiful
The way you think is beautiful
So that
You can tell me that I look beautiful
Cause I sure don’t feel like it myself
So I wait for your approval
As you wait for mine.
Shubhangi is a second-year student of Bachelor’s in English Literature and has fallen in love with storytelling since she learned to talk, just another kid who is still making up stories as an adult, when it’s no longer cute. Writing deeply personal yet observational narratives, she is moved by the world and how the human soul reacts to this movement.
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