Serendipity

meeting someone somewhere,
at a place unthought of,
in the queerest of times and places,
could be an accident,
but meeting again, the same person,
in the eeriest of frames,
eons later,
can only be serendipity

meeting someone somewhere,
in the unlikeliest of crossroads,
could be an accident,
but meeting again, the same person,
after the chasms of time
and space,
after the universes had drifted apart,
can only be serendipity

meeting someone somewhere
and sharing the warmth
of the tea, the breaths, the souls,
and the feelings,
and then being thrown apart,
could be an accident,
but meeting again, 
in the weirdest of the mazes of life,
when distant memories had blurred out,
almost faded for one,
and still fresh for the other,
when the recent memories,
bring distant thoughts of healings to life,
can only be serendipity

meeting someone somewhere,
and sowing the seeds,
of hope of a brighter tomorrow,
of sunlight,
and of dreams,
and then being separated by storms,
could be an accident
but meeting again,
and meetings again, and again
at the crossroads of destiny,
healing the bruises, old and new,
makes one wonder if
crossing paths with someone somewhere
was at all an accident,
or serendipity

meeting someone somewhere
in the wild woods of the world,
and the meadows beyond,
could be an accident,
but meeting again, the same person,
seeking each other out,
and the meeting of the souls, again,
despite one's plans,
during each other's winters,
makes you wonder
if the one you met, eons back,
in the train of life,
and the showing up for that someone,
every time,
makes you wonder
if she is herself
serendipity!

© sashikant mohanty