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
Copyright © Abul Ghazanfar | Year Posted 2016
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