Soul where no one can glance in but highly regard its Beauty. irrationally logical it seems when we mortals talk about the immortality of soul’s beauty and seek for it into every one relating to us, most interestingly, in view of the criteria we have set, which in turn proves to be elastic, time to time and person to person. Change is what human is, then why set strict standards for “soul beauty” and then automatically remain willing to modify our standards with favorites personalities. Why to always search inner beauty in apparently a charming despot not giving a glance to even average personality. Why our inner self always appears in the shadow of outer self, and, if it is so, then why not to accept it why to be a hypocrite. We people are coward people talking about ideals and desperately wanting everything in hand, ravishing wealth status power and physical beauty still sighing for departed inner beauty. We are afraid, always scared to accept our faults, our failures and even ourselves. Searching for another enlighten soul, but keeping our dark souls unquestioned and hidden, we human are always deceptive to others and to ourselves. This is the “beauty” we live with but never discover and long for what we can never achieve because it is not to achieve rather something to talk about, something to apparently search for after all there should be some ideals to live for. So, our ideal is Inner Beauty an ideal that will never be long for.