I was waiting for my Mr.Perfect
The guy of my dreams.
From some dream land he would turn up
To take me to cloud nine, it seemed.
But oops!! I was wrong, and very much wrong
For he wasn't my dream guy
For too imperfect he was,
Stupid, humble and shy.
He didn't take me on a ride,
To cloud nine or seventh Heaven either..
But he made sure that my earthly paths
To me, felt more beautiful and smoother.
He didn't compliment me that often
Or shower me with sweet flatters,
But with all his criticism, all his motivation
He always encouraged me to do better.
Romance, to him, is irritating me
And he is too good at that.
And when I feel pissed off to the core
He considers it to be another feather in his hat.
Now, if you ask me who is he..
Well, he isn't my dream boy.
He is my imperfect real life hero..
My bestie, my soul, my joy..
The one whom I look up to
No matter, whatever in life I face
He has always been my pillar of support
Whenever I had a battle to ace.
He isn't my knight in shining armour
He is as vulnerable as anyone could be
But within all his humanly imperfections
Divine perfection I could see.
And then I realised that he is the one
The one I had always wanted.
The one that I had silently wished for,
And the wish that my God had finally granted.