For every night,

There is a day too…

For every Sun,

There is a sky too…

For the moon,

Are the stars…

A piano has the

Whites and the blacks….

A board of chess,

Compiles blocks pole apart….

But all of them make sense,

The music it still creates,

The game is still played…

Life is a series of opposites,

Realities that look vague.

Air that suffocates,

Sky that’s limitless,

And possibilities that are infinite….