Beauty and Mind

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Beauty and Mind

Upon whom shall I bestow? My eyes or my mind, for the choice, For if I prefer my eyes, my mind shall object, And if my mind, my eyes shall not traverse, I’m in a dilemma to end with my conclusion.

Ever since she walked-in in beauty, Onto my wheels, me alone on the paving, The miracle overruled me, upon her beauty, And my still eyes just on her, nothing else, Equally if, heaven befell in front of me.

Her gradual movement towards me, With her thin wet lips slightly with eagerness, And her inviting dimple right on her left, Pushed me to wonder, with stars solitarily, Together with sweet melodic lines around.

Speechless I became, upon her silky threads, When they swam through my face, so gently, And her rapid smell right into my descent, That took my belief out of my psyche, With no notice to my mind before muteness.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Before my sixth sense alerted me, Like a gentle breeze, she nabbed me. Her thin warm arms round my neck, And her slim leg on my waist or so, And her lips interacted with my brow.

Her motions controlled my hand to seize, To depict her, closer to me gently, And my lips on her chest, to unite. 'Honey,' she whispered, although unknown, In the middle of her act of emotion.

Thoroughly throbbed, I pushed her a while, To stop the engagement in the hand further, So, as to compare with the second opinion, That lingered in my intellect from within, And claim the chance, henceforth, in life.

My mind warned me, “Be aware of flesh," And my eyes prompted, “Go ahead dear." I remained boundless, to opt for her or not, Anyhow, I asked, "How do you do this?" “Dearly, am in love," she said in politeness.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Her voice pricked me, about her staying near, Only the previous day, in a street motel, With her voice aloud, in the hand of another man, Thus engrossed, the same manners today, Very genuine and serious, never to doubt her.

With realization, gently, I liberated myself, Unlashing the door, failing out of my wheels, To close, it is not by beauty alone, But, character too, one should consult, For life ahead, ‘cause beauty kills the mind.