Dear You (Part IV) - THE WIZARD

 

Dear You,

You may seem ORDINARY, but you are not less than a WIZARD,
The WIZARD…
Who can morph wild BUSHES into a beautiful GARDEN,
A GRUESOME teacher into a WHOLESOME warden,
Who can turn CACOPHONY into a beautiful MELODY.
You are indeed a ROMANTIC SERENDIPITY,
EPITOME of beauty, EPITOME of love,
Like Sudha to Chander and Laila to Tariq,
An ETERNAL longing I endlessly SEEK…

 

Dear You,

Believe ME or NOT…
You may look NAÏVE, but you are not less than a WIZARD,
The WIZARD…
Who can forge a DIAMOND out of CARBON,
Turn PARLE-G into premium BOURBON,
Who can organize the whole MESS,
ADORN my whole world with NEATNESS,
Like a garland of DAISIES and a couch of VELVET.
Of all the wonderful things in the world,
You are the one I secretly COVET.

 

Dear You,

You may appear SIMPLE, but you are not less than a WIZARD,
The WIZARD…
Who can CONVERT a GRIMACE into a beautiful SMILE,
A tinge of PUTRESCENCE into an enchanting FRAGRANCE,
Whose TENDER touch can quell the RAGING fire,
And absorb the shocks from a live electric wire.
You can shapeshift into anything in the world,
Like water in a container or CLAY in the MOULD,
But your true form is what I secretly ADMIRE…

The world may take years to HEAL, centuries to MEND,
Yet my world gets PLACATED within minutes,
With your MERE presence
And your VENERABLE existence.