Fond Paradoxes!

Night is like Day always on the cycle over-bearing on its turn; Truth is like Fiction gazes us into the eyes shocks us unexpectedly; Sleep is like Vigils in joys, fears, pressures you can't go into oblivion; Reality is like Myth stirring, amazing, incredible for its twists and turns; Love is like Hatred one gets obsessed with its ruling fever; A Pious man is like Satan if keeps his goodness inside and does not spread it; Pain is like Pleasure weaving fabric of life in equal motifs; Age is like Youth demanding though dependent but having a rule of its own; Life is like Death if spent like evil harming others around!