In a world of chances,
How close are we to meeting each other,
But still missed it?
And in a world of mishaps,
How close are we in coping up,
But still fall?
And so we build bridges,
Making a way to each other.
Defying fates,
Even with callused hearts.
In illusions fabricated with fairy tales,
Here we are,
Hearts pierced,
Bleeding but still beating.