The Quest of Beauty.

All real captured in the sight of tiny eyes,
With the little mind, all set to admire the beauty.
Everything displayed the natural elegance.
Neither the glitter of gold appealed more,
Nor did the beauty of a precious gem.
The little mind lost to the cluttered sand.
Unaware of the rulez of world.

Time moved on teaching the countless facts
Of all the best that routes us to beauty.
The glimpse of sand faded in the lights of proven facts
The little mind riped with the picture of a perfect path.
A proven path that takes us to the gold.
There began the journey to explore the quest of beauty.

The perfect path has countless miles and a sign on each mile.
The rule is to pass as many miles as you can.
Every mile takes you closer to gold.
With every mile, you see gold glittering more.
As someone wisely said,there is no time to stand and stare.
The faster you run, the faster you reach the gold.

It has been long and the mind thought to rest for a while.
Placing the tire some body on the concrete seat.
Witnesssing many faces surpassing with a sense of pride in them,
Contemplations began to nurture the best that was lost.
Of all the beaches and dunes the nature has gifted.
And all the beautiful things made by mortar and glass.

I woke up and thrilled to see no paths at all.
And no signs of gold anywhere.
The perfect path was probably reaching to a town called nowhere.
With a smile, I moved on thinking about the next beautiful thing.
That can be made out of sand.
I moved on leaving behind the path.

ksheera