I finished this one quite recently. Well, I sort of got into it because of the poetry reading event held in our school. It was a way for poetry and literature in general to be democratized (in a very good way, I might add).
Inspiration? Hahaha! I think it’s pretty clear how this poem got started. As to who this muse is, I’d rather not say. He/She/It might not even know about this.
I like you
Even before we met,
Even before we were introduced.
Cliche #1 – You are the man of my dreams
the epitome of an idea that sprung to life.
Cliche #2 – You stuck out like a sore thumb
in a sea of faceless strangers.
Once, You saw me sitting alone
You kept me company.
Until, we each had to go
for some reason.
I do not remember anymore.
Twice, we sat alone together
Sipping our teas and started
Talking – a series of reveries and revelries that got us
bearing our souls which were torn by
the same glass cannons
we have fostered home.
A light breeze ignited my slowly ebbing heart
and just for a nanosecond
I thought maybe – just maybe
the idea of you and I
is in the realm of possibility.
We both wear our hearts on our sleeves.
Although, I hide mine
better than you do – or so I think.
Remember we talked about destiny?
How our decisions and circumstances have led us to this:
Now, I definitely know there is a Higher Power
for how can I not believe in Him
and witness this miracle
of the eventuality of us
Oh, that you are.
Fun Fact: did you know
we’ve already been introduced thrice?
Cliche #3 – Three time’s a charm!
I’ve already come to terms with the brutal truth that
You will never fancy me.