Beauty and beyond..

Our subconscious mind dredges up strange images when we are asleep. The images are sequential, like a scene form a movie, or a vivid kaleidoscope. Be it a mellow sepia or a splash of psychedelic colors, our dreams are a reflection of our thoughts, our imaginations, the clandestine desires and ambitions buried deep down. Imagination is more powerful than science, according to Einstein, and the prodigal physicist, although alien to the field of neuropsychiatry, was an infallible interpreter of psychotic vacillations, as the renowned statement suggests. Dreams are enshrouded by baffling mysteries, and even the world’s most qualified and recognized parapsychologists fail to comprehend the delusions concocted by every lazy or hyperactive brain. Fuelled by a mélange of past, present and even the future ( if psychics and  possessors of Extra sensory Perceptions are guileless and not shams). Babies probably dream of a fairytale land of unicorns, rainbows and angels, capricious teenagers fantasize about beauteous belles and irresistibly handsome demigods, and some take it one notch higher, deluding themselves to the extent that they expect their adoration and admiration to be reciprocated by those larger than life entities, a recognized psychological condition known as erotomania. We girls love to let our imaginations run amok, obsessively drooling over that oh-so-masculine footballer with chiseled, aquiline attributes, that outrageously attractive and winsome celebrity, singer, idol and a never ending list of celestial beings. Their attire becomes the newest trend, their accessories the most sought after replicas, and their persona largely emulated. Dazzling smiles, perfectly manicured hands, preen ensembles and the sensational curves unblemished by mounds of cellulite- they are a complete epitome of perfection, of flawlessness and of surrealism. A depiction of how we want to see ourselves in the dreaded mirror every time we stand in front of it. Milky white complexion, supple skin, and beautiful bouncing locks to complement the aura of divinity-our craving for beauty becomes stronger with each passing day, and the desire to look like a million dollar temptress is irrepressible. But do we ever look at what lies beneath this facade of beatitude and beguiling charm?
All you see is the frizzy, mutinous hair, erratic bouts of pimple, protruding pot belly..
But what about the expressive eyes, the tantalizing curvature of your lips when you smile, the graceful modesty, the endearing humility..
And above all..
The magnificent piece of thumping flesh..
That heart?..