There is in the shape of things

A reason why,

Like the night and the day,

They say nothing is accidental.

There is always a shape to things,

A reason for design,

A reason for pain and pleasure,

A reason for order and disorder,

A reason for imbalance

As much for equilibrium,

A reason for the confusion in chaos

As much for emergence of clarity.

One thing leads to another.

Patterns develop out of nothing into something.

Those who are in the front

Become guides for those who follow.

In the ensuing connections,

Forms take shape of things to come,

Matter combines to eloquently express

Succinctly amidst the brevity

Or in hyperboles of creation.

All is yet in symmetry.

Emotion emits acceleration.

Life destructs and creates in continuum

To evolve itself in the shape of things to come.

Savvy Raj