Pain and Joy

What is it about Pain and Joy

That inspire poets alike?

One drenched in the colour of dread,

The other an emboldened red !
While one is a celebration of Glory and Power,

The other, a wicked impostor.

Together they affect us

By tears and cries,
In passing years

Of mirth and grief-

All so elusive, all so brief.

Pain. The torturous demon. Merciless.
Unspoken. To be suffered in silence.
Enslaving for a longer time.
Played and replayed on the stage of mind.
Lived and relived in all its details.
Pain.Easy to explore but hard to ignore.
Pain. Lessened by Time.
Lessened but never obliterated. Never forgotten.
And one day it bursts forth the deeper chambers;
Unlocking all bolted doors,
Bursting in hot tears of regret and remorse
Considering a moment that could've been, should've been
Yet was never meant to be so.

Joy. A light-eyed angel that is hard to come by.
Tiptoeing stealthily, lifting us high.

Engaging in games, 
Without a fear or a care: 

Banishing apprehensions, 
Coaxing dull spirits to dare,
To hope, to dream, to live and gallop
On uncharted terrains- 
To rise and stand up.

Joy. Spontaneous and infectious.
Delicious, unpretentious.
The rainbow, the smile.

The clear sky.
 A melody
A kiss. A success.
No tragedy. No mess.

An hour when nothing seems impossible.

A moment of countless promises,
Till...when

One gentle tap changes the motion of Fate

Where there was love, now is hate:

Then how can one possibly evade

The spectacle that both create?