To Paris, My Love!

Let’s pack our bags

And run far away,

Away from the noise,

Never to look back again.

To the land where love lives,

To the city where hearts wander,

To the lanes where artists grow,

To the corners of dancing rainbows.

Let’s sit at a roadside café,

And watch stories pass by,

Till our cups are filled with ink,

Till the sun collides with the stars.

Let’s touch the droplets

That taste like romance,

Let’s watch the fairy lights

Embrace the black night.

Let’s trace the map

To the lost bookstore,

Let’s find among the rusty yellow pages,

The sound of writers witty and unknown.

Let’s run away;

With lips full of promises,

And a journal of empty pages,

To paint a canvas in eternity,

To paint a sonnet of you and me. 

- Sayantani Sarkar.