The entire world is so beautiful in my eyes, so young so smiling. Green and fresh.. fresh blue is my sky, green is the garden. The fading moonlight, the tender bud, all are like my existence. They hum their songs of happiness, they laugh all day.. they meet their death this way. They know no regret, no grief of life.
The flowers falls while it is bright, the moonlight fades smiling its way.. smiling all the way the stars hide themselves behind the light.
Who is as happy as the way I lead my life? O friend come to me. Let me tell you the story of my happy heart, lest you forget your grief. You cry all day, lets give you a moment of happiness. Let us forget all grief for that one moment, let us celebrate and sing together finding the meaning of thoughts, friend what are grievances..? You all talk about love all day.. friends what is love?
Friend, what are thoughts? what are feelings? You all talk about love all day.. O dear friend, what is love? Does love really hurt? Is it the reason of your tears? or the deep breath of grief? Then what happiness lures you to wish for this grief? O friend, what is love?

The scorpions sung of it,the owlcity hummed and we the spectators drink through our eyes in awe of it.The performer's charm casts a spell on us.We leave the lantern of the repertoire burn through our minds even after it's over.The photograph reminds me of what martha graham confabulated,"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique, Keep the channel open..No artist is pleased". Well even though we march ahead in time and in glory the thrist of any performer or an enthusiast never is satisfied.There is only a blessed unrest that keeps them more alive than the others.Every posture,every expression that draws our conscience to focus on and sometimes drives into a trance.We might call these artistes personified fireflies who shine till they touch the incinerating flame...as robi thakur sings, mesmerised by a "nrityabhinay" :

"amar ghur legeche tadhin tadhin..tomar pichon pichon neche neche..ghur legeche tadhin tadhin..
tomar taale amar choron chole,shunte napai keki bole...tadhin tadhin..tomar gaane amar prane je kon pagol chilo..shei jegeche --tadhin tadhin...
amar lajer badhon shajer badhon khoshe gelo bhojon shadhon..tadhin tadhin...bishom nacher bege dola lege bhabna joto shob jegeche..tadhin tadhin--"
Rabindranath Tagore(bichitro porjay)

Post written by: Atmaja Santra

Her smile wasn't a dream,

Pain is nowhere there as it may seem!

But life is never fair,

And so is the colours that makes you rare.

~ Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ~ Kahlil Gibran


“Beautiful people are not always ugly inside and ugly people are not necessarily beautiful inside.”

When I started this article, I could think of only, a pretty ugly girl and an ugly pretty girl. But then I started discussing this topic with my daughter Shloka, who, by the way, is the most beautiful girl on this planet. She made me think outside of the rigid box, which I always live boxed –in, and viola, this post was created.

When we talk about inner beauty, it’s not that the person’s insides are pretty to look at; their organs are not wearing make-up, and looking beautiful. People are considered beautiful because of their strength of character; kindness, courage, generosity, and compassion are other such traits of a beautiful person.

People are superficial and shallow; they see only the outer packaging and make up their minds about a person. We hear a lot of jokes about dumb blondes, Blondes are considered to be dumb, but all blondes are not so. It’s a perception, Looks are deceptive and it takes more than a pretty face to become beautiful. Attractive people do have an edge over their less attractive peers but it’s temporary. They get a foot in the door but need to show their inner beauty to enter the room and make their presence felt.

Outer beauty is secondary; people are remembered for their deeds, which are a direct result of their character and personality and not their looks. For example, let’s take Jhansi ki Rani, when we talk about her, we praise her courage and bravery. We never talk about her beauty, though I am sure she was very beautiful, but we see her strength of character and remember her for that. Irrespective of her outer appearance, she is revered, even if she were ugly, she would have been remembered as a great human being. Looks don’t matter when you have strength of character.

Lady Diana was beautiful inside out. Beauty is not always a blessing; it is a curse too sometimes. Cleopatra wasn’t very beautiful, some say she was, but just by beauty alone, she couldn’t have achieved what she did, she had a strong base of values and strength to help her attain the impossible.

“A coin issued during her reign depicted her with straight hair, a hooked nose, and a pronounced chin. So, perhaps Cleopatra had inner beauty. “Her beauty was by no means flawless,” wrote the tactful historian Plutarch, adding that she had “irresistible charm” and a voice that was “beguilingly rich.” That and she had a kingdom the Romans had wanted to get their hands on for a long time.
Still, she saved her kingdom for a while by becoming the lover of the two successive generals—Julius Caesar and Mark Antony—who had come to conquer Egypt, but were conquered by the lady’s charms instead.”

What really sticks in people’s mind is your inner beauty and that is only by strength of character and personality. The force of your personality should blow the minds of people and make them see your true beauty, irrespective of the outer packaging.


“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

-- Elizabeth Kubler Ross


Lucks aka Sulekha

You have given me much O Almighty. You have given me everything I could have wished for.. my world, my parents, my blood.. when I look up, I see the sky.. I see your blessing. I see your blessing in the people around me.
But O lord, my emptiness still remains, my eyes still with tear... my thirst not quenched.
I chase you in the beam of white light, O Almighty..
When you have given me so much, you need to give me a bit more..
I need you with me.. in me..
I am not returning unless I get you, O Almighty.