You came to me in the midst of war,
The kind where words clash, not swords.
We’re from two worlds that collided,
And our connection, instant and undeniable.
Several bonds were formed that day,
Because of the unlikeliness of it all.
You came to me at that crazy party;
You didn’t even know me back then–
And you never talk to strangers.
Neither of us ever understood why you did;
But I’m so glad I can count on you.
Maybe it was the unlikeliness of it all.
You came to me, lost in the crowd,
Vanished a few moments later.
I didn’t think you’d be in my life–
Perhaps strangers crossing paths, but no more.
Instead, I found my twin soul in you.
Could’ve been the unlikeliness of it all.
It would seem that I collect people.
But would you believe? They’re ones I ran into,
At the unlikeliest of places.
Maybe they’re the ones meant to stay.
So, here’s one to my inner circle,
The ones who truly matter,
Those I happened to stumble upon by chance.
After all, what fun is an ordinary story,
Compared to the unlikeliest of events?
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.
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