My heart is stuck…
In your long muscular neck and the arch of your back
In the flap of your bouncy hair
And in your deep voice resonating with my soul
Yes! My heart is stuck…
And also, my heart is stuck
In the greenish bluish lines on your hand…
But what is more attractive than that
Is the confidence and compassion in your eyes,
The kindness and modesty in your words,
The generosity of your smile and the beauty in your thoughts
Your respect towards humanity and
The innocent and endless love in your heart
When you play with your niece
I can’t help but feel jealous
I should have had an uncle like you,
To spoil me … To play with me…
When you wear a formal shirt and fold the sleeves
And run your fingers through your silky hair
My world stops for few seconds
And I feel grateful for your existence…
Of course you never notice it;
Because my eyes don’t give away my secret…
How badly I want to button your shirt!
You don’t even realise that my eyes linger on your perfect body a second too long…
When you miss your mother
You look like a cute child
And then you rest your tired head on my lap
And your hands wrapped around me…
While running my fingers in your hair
I pray to God
To let you feel your mother’s love in my touch
Innocent and selfless love..
Because you deserve nothing less….
You look at me lovingly when I am asleep
Don’t you think I don’t know that?
Of course I do! But I don’t open my eyes
Because I don’t wanna jinx my own good fortune
I escape, I run, I break free all the time;
But you are always there…
To accompany; To give your hand if I fall !
It’s difficult to believe that You exist !
Really!
You engulf my world
You are the melody of the wave
You are the rain of love
And o my prince, never forget that
You are the answer to my prayers!
Translation of my Marathi article : पौरुष
