Beauty

Layers after layers it keeps revealing itself,
what was beauty, now remains mundane,
once it stuck the heart, now stands hurting the soul,
the beauty was manipulative in the skin of its own.

Left the sacred one to grasp the beauty core,
what has been bewitched that you can't control,
purity of emotions was a far cry,
so farce, nothing courageous you could try.

Stood tall with the abundance of sham,
wrapped in the cruelty of hypocrisy,
rejoicing the amusing shallow words,
honey-coated pills of bitter feelings.

Making a mockery of life,
glaring high on the face,
beauty makes fun of sheer existence,
taking jibes at the principled state.

The glory of carnal pleasure to bother,
your lunacy pushing to smother,
the clarity of purpose, could have saved,
that pulchritude was meant to throttle.

Lies ahead a higher perspective apart from the one you know,
unaware , merely survived going with the flow ,
the bird lost its way amidst the forest fire,
only the rekindled flame of hope can now fulfil its desire.