A Response

The music sung the ridiculous conditions of our hearts in synchrony

However different we felt from each other,
The unity of our paralyzed lives,
Spoke in a language too familiar

Drunk on moments of happiness,
We drove our sorrows away..

If there is a thing about bus rides-
It is music and its profound meanings
Unknown so long and so far

I don't know if it is easy to fit in,
But I do know what it means
To count on someone
To have someone who understands

"We are all chapters of different stories"
But all these stories are chapters of a larger story
The of each of our lives-
The wonder that keeps strangers weirdly comfortable-
The beauty of unison of hearts-
Not because they love too much
But because they love carelessly and ceaselessly,
Leaving them with no option but to accept depression..

This is my chapter-a chapter which doesn't necessarily have to end
A chapter-I'll love, loathe and remember
A chapter that lives beyond me
Beyond me-in the shape of this poem

So let's put together our difference
And together, let us be uniquely different
Let's live-let's write-let's dance-
Let's drive these sorrows away....