Order in Chaos

Creation of order has always been out of chaos

And the order eventually returns to randomness.

Menus are always catalogued with prices

And we always lean towards what feels familiar and safe.

This reminds me of “Us” a long time ago,

Of how I was in a state in which everything was in its perfect place; I was ‘Order’.

It reminds me of how you were a complete disorder and confusion; You were ‘Chaos’.

I was always in control of things

While you never worked for a good cause.

At least that what people believed until I told them this –

You were like the stars in the beautiful night sky,

While I was the constellation most failed to spot.

You were the clay the potter loved’

While I was that beautiful pot

Made out of you – The Chaotic Order!

You were the alphabets taught

to children in school

While I was the poems the writers brought

Into existence, out of your presence.

I was always, always, always, a part of You.

This was not what everyone knew.

They didn’t know how there was always Order in Chaos,

Me in You,

Grief in Joy, a Yellow in Blue.

And this is why, today, I tell you,

Standing a little prouder:

We create order out of chaos,

Beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness.

That’s why I will tell this louder –

“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.”

Ishita Shreshtha

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