Night is like Day
always on the cycle
over-bearing on its turn;
Truth is like Fiction
gazes us into the eyes
shocks us unexpectedly;
Sleep is like Vigils
in joys, fears, pressures
you can't go into oblivion;
Reality is like Myth
stirring, amazing, incredible
for its twists and turns;
Love is like Hatred
one gets obsessed
with its ruling fever;
A Pious man is like Satan
if keeps his goodness inside
and does not spread it;
Pain is like Pleasure
weaving fabric of life
in equal motifs;
Age is like Youth
demanding though dependent
but having a rule of its own;
Life is like Death
if spent like evil
harming others around!
wise with intermingling faces of the life every thing deceives in someway no one may assure which one is true/well done
Seeing similarity in opposite things is unique in this poem. Yet each is referred to as a paradox. In reality opposing things are natural, one does not exist without the other. Yet phenomena like smoothness and friction are both beneficial. One makes us move easily and the other lets us stop when needed. Thank you for a beautiful thought provoking poem. My sincere thanks for your thoughtful comments.
Absolutely brilliant work! ! ! i remember i said once You have SOUND KNOWLEDGE and you really know your work but now i must say you are becoming more PENSIVE and im really LOVING your philosophical writes :))) We have GREAT PARADOXES here, each one of them beautifully described with great compression! ! ! Lovely :)))
A wonderful poem indeed. Paradoxically, nothing means something or sometimes everything...: -)
It's an exquisite poem Shahzia with many deep and beautiful expressions: ''Life is like death....age is like youth', good very good!
an unique write expressing opposite meaning of each work. wonderful write. loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much of truth in this.i love it. Sometimes you do not know where to rest your head.its all the same. Well said Mohabeer Beeharry Read my poems sometimes