Cruel Beauty

He could look into those eyes for his entire life. Those big, beautiful brown eyes. He often wondered if they were for real or was he still dreaming when he woke up and saw them looking back at him. He forgot the world around him for those moments as he found himself hypnotically drawn into that sepia crystallized in those glass like eyes.

He would just lay there to hear her breath and watch her tender lips arch in a subtle smile. He was madly in love with her…..and she………she couldn’t care less!!

Oh how cruel beauty can be, like a mirage in a vast desert. It will gaslight you into the land of dreams, in its feather like arms and mind numbing fragrance, tempt you to reach out and touch it, grab it and own it only to throw you back, the moment you stretch out your arms, to the same old world, only harsher and more mundane this time.

She was every man’s fantasy come true. And she knew it to the core. Two kinds of people are always made aware of their physical attributes pretty early – the ugly ones and the pretty ones. The others are confused to their grave, as to where they belong. She enjoyed the reaction she got from the people around her. Even though she longed for some one to sweep her off her feet away from the stammering, head scratching, sweating and nervous herds of men around her, she knew she had something which anyone in the world would do anything to just have a moment of. She had no friends, only voyeurs, admirers and hopeless romantics dying to get within a feet of her.

But it had to happen one day. Her prince charming did come. He seemed unperturbed by her ravishing persona and exuberance only to make her want more and more of him as each day passed and she found herself getting restless without him around. Till a day when she realized that her expensive Barbie doll cast was proving to be prison for her….She confessed, he melted and a beautiful love story began.

How everyone wants to pick the prettiest flower from the garden, foolishly wishing that it would be theirs forever, conveniently forgetting that the flower bloomed for selfish reasons.

His possessiveness had begun to suffocate her. She missed the freedom and that exciting tingle she used to feel as a free bird, at the prospect of that unknown someone somewhere away from the drooling everyones. This someone now had more faces than she saw when she was free. Her ‘untouchability’ had started to hurt her even more than earlier. She had to be free and she no more cared about his heartache. So one day, she walked away……. to flaunt, to entice…..to feel new.

So many someones woke up by her side since, dreaming in haze of her silky locks only to listen to their hearts break like a sheet of glass and ground evaporate beneath their feet…………and she……….she couldn’t care less!!