Some say, 'There is no such thing
as coincidence,'
but I beg to differ,
for it has been my experience,
several I know have been seen,
and need no persuasion,
at the same place and time as me,
randomly, on more than one occasion.
Tossing a coin,
or rolling the dice,
the results may/may not
be identical twice.
Call it what you will; 'fate',
'serendipity' or 'happenstance',
but, whomsoever wrote the script,
is of the most significance.
Rain chased me indoors,
into a café I’d never noticed
tucked between two antique shops.
A stranger waved me over~
mistaking me for someone else~
but smiling anyway.
We talked until the storm passed,
names exchanged like warm coins,
and parted lighter than we arrived.
Some accidents are invitations.
Met by chance a coincidence
Met by chance a sudden whim by the side of a window isle , speedy montage , a train track
Never to fancy about a becoming, monsieur
Before then too t'was a maiden, a shrew, enjambment and a refrain, clerihew!
A gorgeously red wedding chant, a royal vow, know-how
pomegranate a hue, a blushing knew!
Today, the silky hue was a blackened clue, inconclusive
a garment and arose an eve, and a grievance whence Eden sank in grief!
Fancied about a wall, non , none, never, to belong
a myrtle a suntanned thistle thal home bound, a letter poem, enclosed envelope!
From hothat dekha an early composition
Hothat Dekha | | Voice : Rajib Mahata
18.
Intended Coincidence
Bossy Jessy bought a dish of chicken curry
Comes out he from fastfood in an unknown hurry
Steady stony head and chin up he goes
Spare not from dog neatly gleamed shoe toes
Intended coincidence bursts funny fury.
-01/06/2007
(Miagao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
Amidst the screaming lull,
Just like a pause in time,
Where everything moved but HIM
And somehow, my world aligned.
A hallway.
A raindrop.
A stare from an inch away.
He was always "just there"
On the most ordinary day.
A nerd, a solitary soul,
yet enough to set my heart’s petals unfolding.
"Just a coincidence" - I etched myself,
Knowing well... it was not.
So if anyone asks,
I'll stay serene amidst sparks,
"Oh, it's nothing."
But the universe knows -
He was my favorite coincidence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The subway tunnel exhales
as the train rushes through.
For one suspended instant
between stations,
a stranger's eyes lock yours—
centuries fold into a flicker
of recognition. Then darkness
swallows the moment whole.
Only the rails keep humming.
A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt.
The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers,
And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand.
A pile of gossamer shavings grow on her sheets,
Surrounded by splinters near her pillow-
concealed by soft down.
She awaits the conception of a fish,
Sat in the pillar of her crib.
She pictures she’s an old wiseman, with an Appalachian drawl
Widdleing on his back porch- rocking on a pine chair
The bones of her fish turn crimson-
A red herring
The laceration in her thumb lolls a bright serum
She was stopped by worry, but then she recalled-
That’s what the knife was for anyways
Pressure builds to the last straw
A butterfly unfolds its wings
Toes coil down on cliff's edge
The flippy flop flips to pause
In a coin tossed spins in the wind
Fate's fair is on hold in the air
For a tiny puff can
Blow out the candle
Or make the butterfly
Take to the air
Or send momentous whispers
in murmuring ripples that propagate
To shake the milieu
Not stir
Toppling happenstance over
Must be the the fourth or third time,
me wishing to thrive, in another life.
One and two years before,
I wished I would be set in groups with you more.
Now when just being next to you makes me shake,
lets every memory replace,
breathing is getting hard to remake,
Thoughts sending me: "I think it's enough, we should go. We really should.", I start to relate.
I was leaving,
now I am standing here, showing me stupid.
As if I didn't know where I was told to stand.
With whom I was set to talk to.
But my eyes tell me I can't.
They look to the left.
Are you continuing doing little steps?
You were about to throw the Ball to the other way,
still you lead it gently to him,
but sometimes your moves let you mint.
When It got across the room, and he needed to do a run to get it.
Were you feeling shame?
While they were living
in the same country,
in the same city,
in the same neighbourhood,
even in the same block,
but in their own flats
next to each other,
they never had anything in common
except for the graveyard
they were buried;
What a strange coincidence,
I thought, it was indeed;
Another lonely walk
But still with you I talk
Though only in my mind
Of subjects of all kinds
Mostly that of love
But sometimes that of more
And always you agree
With what I have in store
And also say you do
The things that you want too
Coincidentally
They're the same as me
In sharing what we'd like
And how it'd feel so good
I would not say no
Yes, I'd say I would
Have you ever paused to skim a stone
And considered the interplay of physics, frolic and force?
Have you ever driven a car to an new place in an unknown country
And been awed by the meshing of technology, wanderlust and law that made it doable?
Have you ever seen a dance with partners intertwined to music
And pondered on the reasons why?
Have you ever had a moment of passion that lead to your own addition to the global gene pool
And marvelled at that coincidence of impulses?
Have you ever contemplated the string of happenstance that led you, to be here,
In this very spot, reading this?
Whatever your conclusions, they matter not a jot.
What matters is your wonder
And feeling of joy in being just a tiny part of this infinite intricacy;
Delight in this universal tapestry of unending motion.
There's no twist of fate,
Your life, hardship, and failures
They're for a reason.
Tamper with her phone, primary income
Sugar site no longer accessible
Selfish intentions drove his decision
Turned to last resort substitute, Bumble
Rapid response, invite to restaurant
Simply served as practice and a nice meal
Revelations compiling impressed her
Chivalrous, frequently announced fond feel
Presented online as a mere sales rep
Below standard for her high status aim
Her lease nearly up, he drove move in step
Surreptitious inventor, numbers game
She didn't suspect his sweetness supreme
Relished via Phil's evil intervene
29th March
Unscrupled Meddler
Turned my trajectory in June 2022
Split Wide Open
The world of God’s miraculous,
Imbedded deep with creation’s love,
Split wide open
With the lightning of grace
Fragile shells of human bondage
Cannot contain their foolishness,
Nor feathers in the whirlwind
Neither dandelion seeds
Of crystal puffs - dizzy imbedded joy -
Uncontrollable laughter explodes,
On paths of effervescence,
Yearns to burst through
Frozen crusts of icy shame
Freezing clods of unexplainable remorse,
Floods in the wilderness of unworthiness,
Little bits of serendipity,
Untamed marvels – let loose -
In mystical coincidence grow
No fruitless plains,
No impotent fertility,
Wandering hearts harvest wonder
In seeds redeemed from Eden’s scandal,
Shattered pieces of providence’ paradise,
A universe split wide open,
Plans and diagrams dissolve in astonishment
When eternal compassion bewilders logarithms
Astounds in surprises to marvel
At the fertile unbound universe
When two weary unsuspecting paths
Link outside astral planes
And touch the fingertip of brimming joy!
6-11-22
Contest: This or That
Contest Title: Split Wide Open
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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