While looking young is glorified,
Being forever 18 is the addiction,
The future generations will soon forget
How the bare and brazen can be beautiful,
How the imprint of the years add value,
How the skin grows old too.
Telltale strokes of needles, knives and brushes,
Will rule the image conscious masses
Gone will be a population
Of how we naturally would look as we aged
Replaced by, oddly enough-
the same carbon copies,
From the industry of ‘aesthetics’ well staged.
Suspended in the neither here or there,
Both age-wise and species-wise,
It’s not comical- but emerging is a new breed
Of synthetic human faces.
Glossed up veneer of strange looking versions,
Faintly resembling their past selves
The disproportionately plumped up cheeks and lips,
The creaseless plastic smiles,
Like caricatures I sketched as a child.
In a performance driven culture,
People giving in to fear over grace,
Where is the courage and wisdom that comes with age?
Parents and grandparents resisting to celebrate nature’s ways,
Instead, wishing life, like picture frames, to be frozen
What messages are we passing on to our children?
The honesty of eye bags and sagging breasts
The bold glow of silver hair when moonlight on it rests
Sun’s golden hue emanating from the skin of experience
The comfort of the soft greys
Stories of time told by creases and lines-Aren’t they attractive, comforting and kind to the eyes!
Beauty is the art of letting go,
Trust that less is more.
Character is in living with integrity,
Exist fearlessly
Remove the shackles of the mind
Free your soul from traps which blind
Count not the years-
Those numbers won’t reverse
Time is just one dimension and linear
Rather, dive into depths far,
Bask in the values your present aligns with,
Unwrap the gifts the years did give,
Marinade in the blessings, experiences and friendships you’ve gathered,
Find meaning also in the old and the weathered.
Don’t resist, honour the change,
Step out of reels and spotlights on stage,
Open your arms
Breathe and embrace your age,
Growing old is not a disease,
It’s far from doom and gloom;
Sink deeper
Allow your soul to bloom
We are nature
Like the trees, birds and bees
Listen to your core and flow
See how beautiful you are
When you freely and naturally glow.
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