This post is written to answer the question – “What does real beauty mean to you?” – and is a part of the contest being run by Yahoo Real Beauty. If you think my post really defines ‘beauty’ beautifully, please show you..
beauty is how you see others and how you live life.beauty is not looks..
The spirit of a women in the indian society.The beauty lies in here paradox...
A man's take on Real Beauty...
What is beauty? A combination of qualities? Or are there objective standards to beauty? For all the women out there, this ones for all of you....
This post elaborates on a personal experience a few months ago, that made me un-learn my traditional perspective of the word 'beautiful', and made me comprehend that beauty lies in the culturally-conditioned eyes of the beholder, in simplicity a..
A post to find out what real beauty actually means, to m awaken your senses to pick out the beauty around you and not to fall for the folly that ponders to catch its prey...
It is my idea about the "Real Beauty" based on my personal interaction with a woman of substance...
Where the blemish never existed, nor will exist, Where the mascara hides nothing and needs to accentuate nothing, Where the clear foundation of truth begets the wisdom of awareness, Into that heaven of absolute reality, let humanity wake...
An ode to the most beautiful hair i have ever seen...
My take on beauty.... What is termed beauty? pleasing to one's eyes? that which brings joy? a stimulant? a delight factor? palpable? The questions team up...
Real Beauty to me lies beyond the looks... It lies in the purpose of your life and the way you fulfill it... For more about this point of view, please read my blog post.....
Beauty to me is my mother's face, Waking me up from sleep, Beauty is in her twinkling eyes, The reassuring gaze of promises to keep...
A very unconventional take on beauty and its perception in differnet scenarios...
The post is an internal exploration of a sort to what beauty would imply to an individual like me. The definition varies, like the seasons, but in essence, it is a constant...
Beauty is not in front of us. Its inside us. Real thought is the real Beauty..
When I was younger, I always thought “real beauty” meant you had to be perfect. As I grew up and joined the fahsion industry I realized the most beautiful women in the room weren’t the ones with the perfectly coiffed hair or the girls wi..
This poem gives wings to true beauty throughout various instances of life...
Hiding from nature, can’t call it living. Slathered in creams, merely existing...
indulging and enjoying..
