The confluence of the opposites in human beings always fascinated me- I wanted to pen a few lines but nothing came out of the pea brain. So an evening caught me sitting in the balcony and glaring into the raining sky while my fingers lay on the key board. A basic structure came along in rhyming words, and words yoked to form a line… and when I was done with this piece- It resembled unlike any one that I had written earlier. Was is a haiku? Did it resemble a sestina? I read it a few times to comprehend its angles yet it did not resemble a single structure and there it was sitting like molded plasticine….

Yin and Yang

The day and the night
Within me align
One shows the benign angel
The other covers the lurking swine

The servant and the master
Within me confine
Both walk along on this treadless path
One serves and the other shines

The puppet and the puppeteer
Within me lay and whine
The puppeteer sings a rhyme less song
And the puppet dances to a rhythm less line

The good and the bad
Within me combine
Both fight an endless battle
Both of their paths cross and intertwine

The mask and the masquerade
Within me consign
One covers the real me
As I masquerade around in a shackled line

the poet and the author
Within me resign
One comes out with a random thought
And the silly other can’t think of an ending line