'I missed the chance again.
maybe it's just fate, Sid.'
She stands there in distance,
Longing in her eyes,
An acceptance of defeat,
already marring her beautiful face.
The unfortunate coffee cup,
taking the heat of her disappointment,
as her fingers enclose around it once more.
'So I saw this beautiful movie today, Noor.'
There was this man in the lead,
He would always fail,
to confess to the girl
he was so much in love with.
Mostly from half distance,
he would come back, and say-
Oh, it wasn't meant to be anyway.
Strange, how he knew that, isn't it?
He hadn't even asked her yet.
Until 2 yrs later,
A chance knocked at his window again,
Almost mocking him.
As he watched her from distance
he thought no more,
But ran, almost sprinted,
And grabbed the chance,.
And as he got down
on the knee before her,
even the fates applauded.
Covid-ed or not.
Life is short.
And in real life,
you might not get as many chances.
So let it be more about taking chances before you can overthink it.
(Or before something damn as well,
renders you incapable of overthinking itself.)