There are no straight lines,
You can make it look like a smoothened one,
But when zoomed in,
It has some breakpoints,
All these segments, inflections,
Connected together forming a core,
A frame, too smooth and delicate,
For us to intercept from afar,

The non-linearities,
In each of the seemingly smooth transitions,

A few crestfallen moments,
Broken apart, torned souls,
Exploring the edges,
The rifts,
And seemingly small events,

Traversing these sharp pointed edges,
Hurting a lot most of the times,
These non-linearities,
Dissimilarities, crests and troughs,
Growth and the downfalls,
Embedded within,
These unique, non-linear,
Not so smooth life’s symmetries