About the poet
Absolutely love writing.
It’s the only way for me to express myself and acts like an output.
About the poem
Originally written for an international poem competition.
You painted her mind, her soul, they became iridescent,
Like the reflected colours on a floating bubble,
A blank, bleak, cold canvas it was before, no components,
Until, “Toi et moi, ça ne changera pas(1)”, she heard you muffle.
Soon, you left her roaming alone in the stygian, algid streets of Paris,
She looked up into the firmament, it reminded her of you, the Polaris.
Her biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you,
But, instead, thinking that you’d fallen for her too.
He missed the mellifluous sound of her mellow heartbeats,
The hiraeth inside him, caused by the absence of her,
He lost her because of his conceit,
Replaying the way she used to call him, “Monsieur! Monsieur!”
“L’esprit de l’escalier(2)”
But beyond all possibilities, all odds, all doubt,
The universe and planets seemed to align in syzygy,
It clouted them hard in the heart,
They were meant to be, their destiny.
1 – You and I, it doesn’t change.
2 – That feeling when you get when you leave a conversation and think of all the things you should’ve said.