Some things happens for a reason they say,
Some people are bound to meet in the most mysterious ways,
Some daunting experiences and shabby conversations,
Some which never fails to remind you of yesteryears,
Some things which make you question the simple reckoning for it,
Some things, some people for some reasons.

I’d rather not question the magical part of god’s will,
There’s absolutely nothing wrong about fatal attractions,
Unexplainable feelings and a string of unspoken words,
For things happen when you least expect them to,
Sometimes it happens when you painstakingly want it to.

Being once baffled about why, when and how,
For it has always been there, then and now,
To choose silence over being out loud,
That’s something you’ll never ever hear about.

I’ve surprised you once, and I can do it twice,
I roll the dice nothing like the three blind mice,
The attraction was scrumptiously irritating,
If there’s ever such an expression, that is.

Its often the case that people upgrade as they age,
The complete opposite; what an bloody disgrace,
The world agrees about the mortifying beast,
Where the role of beauty and the beast is switched,
Perhaps its all about the beauty on the inside;
And not on the outside.

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