We, and our broken stories,
Our entangled destinies,
And our bundled lines of life.
We, our complicated existence,
Our times, our melodies,
And our broken chords, still making music.
We, our smiles and tears,
Our coordinated reasons for them,
And our un- coordinated notes of reason.
Despite all this, sometimes all that matters is ‘them’,
Their stories, their tunes, their reason,
And yet strangely, some ending knotted & twisted, all amongst themselves- IN SYMPHONY.