Me and you in this populace,
Traced as a coincidence in the preordain.

Everyone who i come across,
Is a beautiful coincidence in this city.

Just few have been an awe-inspiring ones!
For this to happen was encarved in the destiny.

Walking down the promenade,
Where coincidence met KISMET.

In a tapestry of shimmering shades,
A déjà vu that looks more like souvenir.

Though a synergy unknowingly they share,
Still whispering,Is this coincidence a dust or mist about which hardly people care.