Beyond The Beeholder

By Agrima Singh

Love is in the beauty.

Hm...I know beauty lies in the eyes of beehol-

Uh um boy..

Beauty is in the eyes- it’s in him not knowing his favorite color until he looks into a pair of

brown eyes and realizes that perhaps the smell of rain never really vanished.

Beauty is in the hair—it’s in her not removing the strands from in front of her eyes and

realizing that perhaps strands are a splendid frame.

Beauty is in the hands—it’s in the red fingertips tracing the jumbled words with jumbled

meanings and realizing that perhaps she too has a home in them.

Beauty is in the feet—it’s in her feet tucked beneath his, and her realizing that perhaps

warmth doesn’t cause blisters.

So yeah, love is in the beauty.

But beauty, my boy, is beyond the beholder.

By Agrima Singh