when beauty stares back
from proximity, from tip-toe distance
and with osmosing depth

i am unable to grasp it
as it flows through
consciousness: it undefines

such beauty does not get stuck
not as neurons exciting
not in thought, bouncing off

scraping cranial walls plastered
with blinding minimalism
of anxieties and neurotic echoing surfaces.

such beauty is celebration
beyond cerebral coercion
with willingness undesired

such beauty is you
without eager acknowledgement

                        —animasuri’24