Imbalance Is Life Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

All is rock still while in balance,
No moves, no force, no impatience;
No low or high, nor left or right,
No goal, pursuit; no wrong or right,
No growth, fulfillment; rise or fall,
No joy or sorrow, still, all, standstill.

Imbalance gives push, brings rush,
Fills holes in Self with myriad wish;
Imbalance is the fuel that drives life,
Makes life rife with harmony or strife;
Balance, nought, infinity, morbid world;
No colours, fears, all alike, cool and cold.

Imbalance is Self, over imposed on soul,
That gives soul colours, makes it whole
To live the life with drive and pursuit,
Or fall short of the goal posted in front;
Soul is seed, static; imbalance breaches it
To hoist life and kick the forward thrust.

Imbalance is life, imbalance is world,
That makes matter, Self, that throbs wild
To reach and breach, achieve something,
Fall or rise, lose, and face up anything
And constantly move to unknown future,
Explore new worlds and discover nature.

Balance is trance; imbalance, wild dance,
Balance does absorb in self-indulgence
While imbalance explodes, spreads beyond,
Gives and takes, spawns worlds around;
Balance is nought; imbalance, deep zealot,
Makes Suns revolve, cause the day and night.

Imbalance did bring explosion in nought,
Imbalance caused matter-energy's draught
To spawn stars, galaxies and distant worlds,
Molecules, genes, cells and myriad life fields
And drive world ahead to unknown horizons
To reach where know not we, its own denizens.