Poem 224 : Beauty In Chaos

 Beauty In Chaos
                            - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Mix and match of one thing,

Mixture forming something,

Something is a discovery,

Invention for a new entity,

Something or nothing, upon its worth,

Becoming everything and ever-present,

Soil being dug out for the beauty,

Undug and harmonious, but a waste,

Stationery beauty found,

Stationed in time and space,

Losing its aesthetic phase,

Movement and moments in motion,

Ever chaotic and noisy around,

Silencing it, becomes an eeriness,

Ghostly and eerie ugliness is ever-evicted,

Stand or run, either lose or win,

To move or to sit, to live or to die,

Life being a motion or a race,

Causing abundance of emotions,

A feelingless moment is a death,

Stop the chaos to stop the life,

Imperfection is a beauty, so unique,

Perfection is hard to attain, an ideal take,

The noise and the sounds of life,

Crowded and a variety of instance,

All the world in its motion all around,

It is a chaotic beauty found.

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