Of coincidences and serendipities!?

To the scorching daylight, 
In anticipation  that it would be soothing someday.
To the random pencil strokes,
In want of a perfect masterpiece.
To the ear deafening chaos,
In search of a beautiful melody amongst it.
To the frustrating rush-hour traffic,
In need of stealing delightful moments between them.
To the selfish stone -hearted crowd, 
In greed of a selfless, lovable person amidst it.
To the damaged and dusty books of the storeroom,
In hope of grasping the perfect novel.
To all the torn and unsent letters,
That someday they will find the person addressed to.
To the lonely, creepy and dark street I get lost in,
In hope that it might lead to you.
Will all this be just a play of coincidences and serendipities?