Coincidence or Fate?

By Smriti Mishra

Beneath the moon’s pale silver glow,

Life’s tapestry weaves threads we don’t know.

A falling leaf, a whispered breeze,

Are they random acts or destiny's keys?

The river flows, winding its trail,

Through rocky cliffs and mossy vale.

Does it choose its course, or is it bound,

To paths unseen, by fate profound?

A stranger’s smile, a fleeting glance,

A twist of luck, or a cosmic dance?

Do stars align in patterns discreet,

Or is it chaos where moments meet?

The clock ticks on, relentless, cold,

Marking stories yet untold.

But is time a thread we merely follow,

Or a spiral carved through fate’s hollow?

The rain that falls, the storm that roars,

The ships that dock on unknown shores.

Are these meetings penned in time’s decree,

Or scattered drops in life’s vast sea?

The flutter of wings, the wolf’s lone howl,

The moonlit gaze of the midnight owl.

Do these moments whisper, soft and true,

That all is written, including you?

Or is life a book with pages bare,

Where chance decides what lingers there?

Is the quill held firm by a guiding hand,

Or left to drift in shifting sand?

So we wander, lost in thought’s embrace,

Chasing answers in life’s vast space.

Coincidence or fate, who can truly say?

Perhaps it’s both that guide our way.

By Smriti Mishra