Good-bad, joy-sorrow ; the eternal twin opposites
Two sides of the same coin, conjoined by fate
Are the four wheels of your life-chakra
Interspersing together, emulating each other, outdoing the other
But can never wishone other away
I have been well- prepared to receive anything they decide to bestow upon me
And yet, when tragedy struck, it hit me like a thousand thunderbolts…
Bad times; eveything went wrong in the worst possible way
From riches to rags, from a huge family to being abandoned alone on the streets,
This series of misfortunes seemed to be never-ending
And then came true the saying,”This too shall pass”
Be it joy or sorrow and the dark clouds made way
For rainbow joys and star – studded dreams
What good does come out of bad, you ask?
I will say it’s wisdom to realize everything is transitionary
And to learn who are the real well-wishers
And to stay put; have faith in the matrix of time
Winter be replaced by spring soon enough…