My Perfect Man...

A pink dressed Barbie

With it's dressing kit I was waiting for

The story times back to the time

When I aged funky four

Days passed by and so passed the desires 

Choices kept changing with the times whirling tires

But one thing endures is that waiting for swirling wand

Place of Barbie doll though taken today by a prince's hand

A prince who adds new meaning to my existence 

My life finds its completeness by his mere presence

My knowledgeable prince who is witty and clever

But finds thousand dumb ways to lighten my worries ending never

Strong as a mountain but like my innocent kid he behaves

Whose company is like green field of spring and during storms like a hard cave.. 

We fight with each other

But turn out with sorry together

'Whose mistake?' doesn't bother us both

Its only the love that matters...

Whose each glimpse makes me realize

Living was so wonderful

Whose thousand mistakes cause no damage

But a simple smile makes up whole so delightful 

Whose touch sets a musical octave in my soul 

And his vision beautifies me as the whole 

Whose words touch my innerself like a butterfly kissing a flower

With whom the journey seems like a walk through soothing love shower

My world seems to confine to the arms of my dear

The perfect music of breaths and beats is all that I am eager to hear

Seeing us together even the lord of parting weeps its deeds

Cupid says 'Yes this is true love which after Adam and Eve did ever seed'.

Not on his dad's white horse 

But in his arms my self made man takes me there 

Mornings bring more love to life 

And happiness dawns each day where...

||Sshree||