Anomaly

Why do we find when we are not looking?

Or maybe we do, unknowingly.

And when I do look for my belonging,

I find something new, unexpectedly.

Are we always searching?

Or is this entire find thing folly?

Perhaps we don’t know what we are hoping,

But whatever we get, it fits in our story.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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