Pleasure n Pain

Pleasure, pain Weave through the fabric of days Two threads intertwine Pulling on opposite sides One soft as dawn’s first light The other, sharp as twilight Cutting through the silence In the dance of oppression We taste the sweetness only after the salt In the warmth of touch, the pricking of thumb We know the absence of one The heart opens wide to none Risking everything for the fleeting moments Where joy and sorrow blur at the razers edge We stand bare to the winds, bleeding Hoping to catch the sun Before the rain begins Yet, in each wave In each rise and fall There is a rhythm Reminder of life, mystery Pleasure and pain Guiding our hand to regions unknown Tides drawn by a distant moan Pleasure and pain Hand in hand Shadows intertwined in between Sun, moon in stars In the taste of sweetness, of bitterness In every bloom, thorns rise Dance of joy, sorrow, macabre Spins in circles of lost melodies That hums in quiet moments Where laughter falls, and tears swell From the sky, none at all The heart beats in silence Secret keeps We reach oblivious thoughts Darkness lingers close by our heart Both are bound by threads For in the cradle of one To the grave of other whispers Pleasure and pain, opposites detain But echoes of the same desire To know the world Is to see the god To break the mind Is to heal the insane