What if the world was only scintillating sunshine, without the darkness?
What if there was only bliss and no horrendous mess?
What if the dull sands knew what the waves had to say?
What if the gullible knew what the surreptitious with them had to play?
What if the pain the mortals feel mystically disappears?
What if there were only ebullient smiles and no gloomy tears?
What if he could explicate how madly he was in love with her?
What if the most puissant of weapons could not make the soldiers stir?
Because the fact is that the perfect is fake,
The world is no immaculate lake.
The beauty lies in the risks taken, the challenges ahead and the obscure
There have to be miseries in order to let the happiness breathe.