Today I am featuring Indian blogger, Rupa. I am presenting a post from her own blog, a touching poem about her love for her husband.
Here is her own short bio.
“I am an engineer by degree. A home maker by choice and an artist by soul.
I live in Mumbai, India with my husband and two kids.”
I pulled out the chair for you,
you weren’t there.
I made your favourite chicken curry, spicy and hot, just the way you want.
I envisage, the way you relish it,
licking your fingers,
and asking for more.
You know and I know,
it’s too hot for you but you still love it.
And I wonder why?
I see the way you look at me ,
with your loving eyes.
Even though I look like a pallid soul.
And at that moment , I try to steal my glance away from you, but your eyes stay fixated on me.
And then you hum,
an old romantic song to compliment me,
but I pretend that I don’t blush nowadays
and I somehow manage to smile,
to hide the fact that, I still feel so shy.
I cannot elucidate to myself, how can you see beauty in me, especially now, when I fail to see it anymore.
AND HOW CAN YOU, AFTER SO MANY YEARS NOT BE BORED, OF AN INSIPID ME?
Yes I did hear the doorbell, my eyes have lit up, I know it’s you.
And you know that, I was thinking about you, waiting for you, so stop smiling and give me a hug.
The curry is still warm,
so is my heart and so are your arms,
And now I see what I saw, the same love to begin with.
You can read more of Rupa’s work on her own blog, Pans & Proses.
Please try to find some time to welcome Rupa into our wonderful blogging community.