The Beauty of the Unplanned

We spend our days in lines and dots,
Mapping out the “hows” and “whats.”
But the heart finds joy in a different way,
In the quiet surprises that find us each day.
It’s the phone that rings from a long-lost friend,
A broken silence that starts to mend.
No date on the calendar, no time on the clock,
Just a sudden knock when you forgot to lock.
It’s coming home weary, the day feeling old,
To find your favorite meal, steaming and bold.
A mother’s love in a simple bowl of rice,
A moment of “Jannat”—pure, sudden, and nice.

We plan for the mountaintop, the trophy, the win,
But forget where the truest of stories begin.
They start in the laughter we didn’t expect,
In the unplanned paths that we learn to respect.
The echo of thunder, a song on the air,
A hug from a stranger that says “I am there.”
You can’t force the magic, you can’t buy the grace,
Of finding a home in a brand-new place.

So leave the door open, just a small, tiny crack,
For the happiness coming that doesn’t look back.
Don’t over-plan life till the wonder is gone,
Let the “unplanned” be the light that brings in the dawn.
For the sweetest of fruits are the ones you don’t grow,
And the best kind of love is the kind you don’t know
Was waiting right there, through the thick and the thin—
The moment you stop planning is when you begin.