Mr. Right …

When I dreamt of Mr. Right, once upon a time, I saw a charming, handsome Prince. The Prince, who would wake me up with a kiss or pick up my slippers if it slipped from my feet! Unfortunately for me, Mr. Right Prince Charming seems to have vanished when the time went from unrestrained, undefined river to the digits in calendar.

Are any of the valiant knights, galloping away to distant, unknown land on holy quest, Mr. Right? Shining in armor with a sword in hand, oh so dauntless in war and so daring in love, would Mr. Right be a fearless Knight? Alas! Lochinvars,Arthurs, and Lancelots have all found their Avalon. The days of chivalrous, gallant knights have long gone.

He who opens his heart and pours his soul in rhyme, or the one who weaves magic with his brush, is he the Mr. Right? Would Mr. Right be the one who finds my walk like a starry skies or one who immortalizes my spirit, prying on my lips. His passion may quench my soul as would he hold me to the world of dreams. When my eyes would open, the world is different. The universe of my painter is different than this, may not be, Mr. Renaissance, the Mr. Right.

Is he Mr. Right, who would rather fade away than to look beyond the first woman who stole his heart with one covert look? These are one who made First Love immortal. Ranjha, Majnu, to name a few. Is my heart hinting that Mr. First Love is Mr. Right. Hmm… May be, may not be, nay… would I love a looser who would drink to death. It is definitely not Right for Mr. Right. At least not in the year 2012-13!

Is he Mr. Right who would do everything as per the books? High in moral, and values, sentiments, family value and yes…how can I skip it … Maa! (Mom). He is the hero, who would rather live in poverty than to accept a job which would make him leave his dear mom or the country. Bhoo..hoo..hoo… Mom, idol of sacrifice, who burnt her life away for her only son!

Mom is Goddess in flesh for Mr. Right. Is All White, Mr. Right, right for me? Never! Can All White hero, who surrenders all his salary to his mom, be right for me! Monochrome age has long gone and so is the All White Hero. Have you not heard, girls like bad boys!

Well then, who is this Mr. Right? Who is he? Is he Mr. Right or he is Mr. Right for me. I know not, what right is for the world, for her, her or her. Right or not, I don’t know, don’t care. Just know who make me feel this way is the Mr. Right, The One for me. My Mr. Right would make me feel …

And I thought I would die....I stood there at horizon lookingAt my loves - no way could I leave mornLeaving dusk would take my breath away

I would die as no way could I choose...With blank eyes, troubled soul, I waitedThe Golden Voice gave me all my strength The husky one held my hand when I cried

Of two banks of the river, I wishedI could have been a bridge, but a boatI what I am, tired and driftingWould need to choose a side soon

War was on between heart and mindI needed one and was needed by oneGifted land with laughter, spring and careAnd unknown mysterious land of love and pain

Letting my warm breaths writhe and dieI let the sunny oar go, held to the dark oneWishing my cold body bring some warmthIn the dark cold land of love, guilt and pain

Wishing with my last sunny breathIn dead, may my floating body findA curve too narrow and becomes a bridgeBetween the ones I love, care, need and want

My death would become my life again,In realms of death, would I find life againElse I still walk with cold breath tending this landOf love and pain that cares for me till sun shines on me again

If on a cross road, I find an easy path full with happiness and bliss but not him and another path dangerous, painful, dark and icy but I have him as a companion, and I choose the difficult path, I am sure he is My Mr. Right.