Mirage

Its all intertwined;
Who knows at which point,
The thread would shine.

Happiness and sadness,
Hope and despair,
Love and hatred;
Are just the extremes,
On the same continuum.

While we strive to inch,
Towards one end;
Reality strikes in between,
And the thread is bent.

Perfect bliss,
Pure love,
Unconditional hope;
Is all a mirage,
In the desert of life.