To the love of my life,

Don’t search for perfection in me

Neither will I do,

In fact, I am imperfect even in my Every breath,

But I know the universal truth,

We need air to breathe,

 and breath to be alive,

And I am breathing

Not because you are mine,

I am breathing as simply as the universal truth,

I am not any of the wonders out of those seven Wonders of the world,

I am a simple human made of muscles, blood, bones, and skins,

Neither a perfect sketch of Monalisha as beautifully thought by Davinchi,

But I embrace my beauty with all my heart,

rather than others’ poor eyes.

 But I would love all your silly stuff,

maybe it’s you calling my NickName,

Maybe it’s you being bothered sometimes, about why am I this way! 

I would love your early morning hoarse voice,

Unnoticed Innocences of you,

The dreams Flowering in your eyelashes,

The words stuck in your throat,

The silence after our fight ,

The tan skin of mine when you walk with me on the beaches,

Calling your hugs home,

I am not fresh as Dolphin in the water,

I am tired of my life,

I am tired of figuring out myself,

But when life will happen to us,

I will love you as dearly as you will do,

Until then, I am not waiting,

I am just living on the bay of the future!!