Yin Yang

Wouldn't it be just perfect,

If everything was soul-pleasing?

All good, all bright and all positive, 

Smiling faces and just oxytocin releasing?

Happiness being a whole day thing,

With roses showering on our heads

We gladly glide through our day

Worrying nothing, as we get to our beds?

Oh dear, as much as it sounds great

It is pathetic-

Pathetic to be monotonously routine;

As still, the water in the glass has been.

But guess what,

Life's a sea 

With tides and ebbs

That sets us free!

We have our own set of hues & matters, 

Possibly, devoid of a paint brush

A dull pallette struggling with blunders

Yet, holding infinite possibilities to cast exceptional wonders!

Dark and bright are no different worlds

Only as they coexist,

We value the elementary routes

Midst turns & twists.

Not all days are pleasant,

Not all days awful

It's just an art of balancing 

That life teaches in a way beautiful!

Shadows of pessimism will prevail forever, 

So will the vivid rays of optimism

It's incredible as long as sanguinity weigh,

Hey, roses with thorns are still gratifying, aren't they?

So, in and all,

Nothing will be flawless.

Ideally, the symmetry we maintain & strive

Will make us the happiest alive!

There will be good for bad,

Happy for sad,

Power for demise,

Truth for lies

Virtue and sin will abound,

The pride and shame will persist,

There will be liberty for ban

And hence, for every yin, there will be a yang.

~Stuti Thacker