It All Depends On Chances

It All Depends On Chances It all depends on chances And love may be a help Or it may break a heart In sheer coincidence Who knows what certainty Resides in misty glances? It's like the toughest game: Today With passion trembling precarious ways to go Tomorrow What the deal may be You may not want to know! And in a hundred years When we find happiness On a bewitching tier From a surreal sphere A moment debonair To soothe a troubled mind Would be indeed a rare find! Persistence! Is it wise? Who knows the exact mapping Of a heart with signals crossed? You're at a total loss Unless there's a surrender Of lips that start to quiver And bodies to entwine In soft, seductive moonshine! To delicately balance The ups and downs of romance In seasons of suspicion May take an intermission Or maybe an omission For stories to go on It all depends on chances! Qasem Ghazanfar Feb. 26, 1994