Human beings have become the pros of disguise
So much fuss about make up and hairdos
So much fuss about weight gain and dieting
So much fuss about having to look perfect
So much fuss about being socially normal
But has normal not been distorted
Has normal not been distended
To become so fake!
We all have imperfect skin tones
We all have dark circles under our eyes
We all have flaws on our faces
We all have curves
We all have faults
And at one point, when no one sees
We are all so human!
But then, why is it that we reject ourselves
Why is it that we follow unpractical trends
Why is it that to please
We have to give the impression of being faultless?
As it is, we are all dolls,
Sketched and sculpted to be, just as we are
By the one force more powerful than Nature
Yes, the one force to rule everything in the cosmos
If we have been given the traits or the features we do have
It is because that force wanted it to be such
Why do we have to distort our naturalness
Why do we seek to glow
When in our breath lies already
The glowing spark of mysticism!
Better would it have been
To see humans connecting to each other
Through the auras emanating from their souls!
Yes, better would it have been
To see on human faces,
The reflections of their heart’s warmth!