In the world often dominated by haste and chaos are wandering in wonders, beauty that captures the long side of thoughts, as an ocean that remains with waves, tides, depth and delightful shallowness. It`s an aesthetic pleasure for pleasure and being pleasured. It brings the unheard, undefined joy for the holder`s eye where it dwells deeper than ocean and heighted more than clouds. It all envelopes first then take to the world of forgetfulness and that’s the escape from fickleness. It could be a touch of soft words, sweet lips, innocent moles or settling eyes. It could be a voice that echoes still ages to ages with breaths and cease that rest. It could be an epiphany that clicks through the spring air and convey the heart the heart bells. It could be a lock that swings at every dream in the middle of night. It could be a fragrance that wears the gaon of delightfulness in every season. It could be a catch that never drops through hard and even on yards. It could be a long-lasting stance that murmurs with murmurs we made.
On the other side of coin, it is an escape from inconsistency, indecisiveness and fickleness from this cruel and vulturous world. It rejuvenates the fainted souls and hefty hearts. It has a delightful wonder that ignite the fire of warmness in hearts and sweet deepness of thought. It often takes a pause to visit the verses of beauty and wonders of odysseys, it’s conveyance from undefined to define world as being in the depth to sense the stress and sorrow. In modern fickleness, beauty emerge as a silent escape— to the world of pause, to sense the ease and well-being, a way to engrossed but keeping one thing, excess become disaster of soul vs sight. It hits the pure for pure.
“Being in sense to eye the beauty, one must have a heart to drive the delights for ages— to redefine time and again with the same passion and obsession” ~ Tajalla Qureshi.
Beauty as natural delight that existed formerly the birth of Adam and Eve and will remain longer till it reaches to its termination. When we encounter an overwhelming enchant more closely, we reckon the shifts and shuffles into it like being breath ravishingly in muddiness and conceitedness. As John Keats sensed, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” and with all his perception, he ponderously peeps into the beauty when we linger with heart and soul, fetches light and delight to wrench and vulnerable parts. This is the opening excerpt from “Endymion” by John Keats, a festivity that rejoice and revel the beauty and its power to replay and grace the solace and joy in a world fraught with desolation and adversity. Keats wreaths beauty as an eternal stance that keep the pleasure with all along, strengthen the soul, energize every mob. As it intwines that beauty endures beyond moments, phases and paces.
As being overwhelmed with Keat`s sense of beauty, I still perceive what he perceived before writing, all in my eyes, as fresh and eager as Keats sensed before ages. All the tales I read, shades, love, and discomfort altogether.
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness, but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink”.
~John Keats
Moreover, beauty is for blind; it can be sense and seem with profound forgetfulness through artistic dreams. It can be seen through close eyes, wet lips, warm hands, fragranted soul, and broken heart. It has been from the beginning of mankind until the end and afterwards. Presence sometimes evaporates but beauty ever remains like a fuming fragrance embedded for centuries. It’s a furthermost valuable ornament that embrace the nothingness in gripping hearts. Beauty, all need an eye who sip the sizzling softness and clutch the colors of coziness.
“Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees” ~ Rumi.
Overly on a flip, Keats of Modern Times, Respected Muhammad Adnan rejoices the beauty by living in fickleness, desires are his beats and words are on heat. He embraces the beauty as an escape by reflecting his desire to be in between innermost and external joy and pleasure. “To the valley of Holy Spirits”, is almost an ethereal experience of joy and beauty. I can sense— a residence where beauty and purity intertwine, resonating with Keats own thoughts on truth and beauty, also a blending of tangible trance, and a dream of tremendous tenor and many more. He shares a state of mind that dreams for delights due to delights and lights, due to being felt the love, beauty and sense of relief, due to taste the peace and ease beyond the beats. Where a soul fascinates after feeling the fumes of fragrance, there beauty lies forever. I pray, it remains forever.
In this ecstatic phase
I wish moments could stop
Holding the infinite joy
Spirits could lace;
Cherishing the face
They could whistle and rehearse
"A thing of beauty is joy forever"
Sway swing and collapse in a River
Uttering beauty is truth, truth is beauty
They could walk in purity
and clad in maturity
Ecstatically collide in 'The Valley of Holy Spirits'
They could live the delightful songs of Phoenix
Melting like chocolate, they could twist and turn
In the Valley of Infinite Concern.
~Muhammad Adnan
In seeking the beauty as an escape, try not to escape from reality as over indulgence lost the price and peace. So rather that dwelling deeper in nonrealistic stance and be a mentally sick sucker, must strengthen through as it regenerates, recoils and rephrase the aura of optimism and perspectives. As a truth of beauty appears the renewal of love, grace and embrace. Through beauty, we just not find an escape from dark but a roadmap back to colors of peace and ease, life that have dreams to relish and relive. Embracing the nerves to sense the stream of beliefs and being beloved. Beauty finds the truth in it, As Keat says: “Beauty is truth, truth is beauty”.
AUTHOR AND REVIEWER
Tajalla Qureshi - a literary enchantress who weaves embroideries of thoughts and passions with the delicacy of a leading artist in the realm of words. She is a gifted wordsmith from Pakistan.
She is the visionary Co-Founder and Co-Editor of The Wordsmith Magazine, where words are woven into magic. Her pen swings across the globe, leaving a trail of mesmerizing poems and columns that captivate readers worldwide. She is a multi-talented creative force who wears many fedoras with elegance and flair. She is an engaging graphic designer and illustrator. She is named as Miss 20th Century Poetry at the University of Chenab, Gujrat.
On the other hand, her writings including Poetry, Flash Fictions and Creative Articles and Research Articles have been glorified in International Journals, more than 40 international and national anthologies, Global magazines, many international e-papers, and Online websites in Pakistan, America, Germany, Canada, Africa, the United Kingdom, and India.
Furthermore, she was highlighted as the top-ranked Author in many poetic presentations and competitions at international forums with certificates. Tajalla is a master in writing research papers and her research papers have been published in prestigious international journals. Her published poem, My Phoenix, was organized for the final term exam for literature students at the University of Lahore, Gujrat. She designed book covers and websites. She served as a part of editorial board in University of Chenab, Pakistan.
In addition, she has artistically read her poetry at the Pakistani Young Writer`s Conference held at Mandi Bahauddin and presented her paper at Kinnard Collage for Women Lahore, Pakistan. Like a shooting star, her literary presence blazes across the sky, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who encounter her work.