“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will
never pass into nothingness.”
The phrase will never drown with the name of the poet John Keats.
Beauty - a subtle verse in which expresses itself in every possible color in
which it can be designated. Many artists have tried to sensitize it, more than
just to simplify it. At last, they succeed by modifying it.
Beauty is in everything…creation, formation, persistence, devastation
and death as well. People become happy according to the above phrase but nobody
really try to beautify the symphony of destruction. They feel like growling
unless they cry. They feel like howling until they die. May it be a line to
make a smile. People go into severe tension, obligation, pain and congestion
which lead them into depression. People lose a lot more than they deserve to
get, and eventually, everything they wanted, get destroyed. They try to be
thankful for the part of it they could get and live to it with the reminders of
the destruction that they love to watch again to feel the beauty of it. They
feel pain again, this time the pain is the pleasure. The pain is the comfort
and also the home. Serenely happiness arrives in with only one click
automatically check the interiors of that home, so that, you can feel home,
your own.
Anything may be destroyed. We live to the beauty of its destruction
and gradually we find our place and settle down to the phrase-
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will
never pass into nothingness.”
