The yin yang in me,
Quarrels a lot,
I just want them to be grey,
Can't we have a mediocre way?
I am not judgemental,
But they are mine,
They're neither hidden feelings,
Nor they're friends,
They don't seem to have an end,
Or I become blind,
They keep me confused,
Hence I feel diffused,
I don't blame them,
They are my part,
It is their duty,
But the result is not beauty,
The dark side,
Ignites a lot,
As destined,
The white side extinguishes,
But they don't think of me,
At last I become lost,
My feelings get frost,
I listen to them,
Remain in touch with them,
But the fulfilment level is zero,
I cannot leave them,
But they mustn't cause a mayhem,
The hope is still alive,
That the yin yang in me,
Will someday set me free,
One day they will be grey,
And three of us enjoy and play.
