Of Stars and Shade

There is a reason, I suppose

For why the Lord of Night

Is the God of Dreams.

In all the darkness that surrounds,

He yet inspires us to reach the stars.

The chaos of the world,

A world with too many possibilities,

Dreams to remind us of our inner voice,

To be the guiding light,

The myriad jewels of the night.

They guide and shape our destinies,

The Maps of a civilization, 

That help us navigate in hope,

In a world that screams despair.

Dreams are the gifts of Night.

There is a reason, I suppose

For why the King of Day

Holds the Sacrificial fire.

For the world's need of light,

He chose to burn bright.

In the vast and plentiful world,

A world with plethora and beyond,

The light shows all there is to see

Providing a favouring warmth,

Nourishing all that is in life.

Sacrifice is much like what Day,

Does for his wife, the Shadow.

He burns too bright, to make all

Appreciate the value of the Shade.

Such is the nobility of sacrifice.

Each new rise, teaches us sacrifice,

And each beautiful night, possibilities.

For the world balances days and nights,

So that the people learn the knowledge,

To balance dreams and sacrifices.

For there is now dream worth pursuing,

That doesn't demand a sacrifice

And there is no sacrifice worth taking,

That dream doesn't give courage to take.

~Shashank G

Prowler

Why do they associate me with the Shadows,

Why is it that I am always in the darkness,

Why are the names of mine in sorrow,

Where I stay, hope itself deserts the palace.

I am that which is there when uncertainty exists,

I am that which stays with you from the very beginning,

I am that which contains the un-numbered list,

The very heart of soul, I consume like the eternal void.

You are wrong, I attack in the broad daylight,

I come out in the open, you just close your eyes,

I am that which gives you sleepless nights,

I am the king of the harbingers that void the soul.

Slow I come, so slowly toward you.

Slow you see my approach, if you ever do,

It is my firm grasp that you ever rue,

I am the reason that your wings are clipped.

I am that which blinds you to happy moves,

In the endless plunge, I pull you towards doom,

The fight against me is the hardest you do,

Not all emerge victorious, most fall to gloom.

In many shapes and forms, do I come,

Blind you to the obvious, make you oblivious,

Reason and joy I snatch, making you glum,

That death itself is my lieutenant, the lesser of the evils.

I am the breaker of strong and stronger wills,

I tax your lives, a burden on the life and soul,

I am inevitable, the reason of life that chills,

Yet I am the unknown, the uncertainty of time.

I am the wrath of time, the rage of an age,

I bring all down, man and creation,  a final fury,

I am the ambiguity, the inevitability and the cage,

I am the tallest mountain on your path.

I am formed yet formless, reasoned yet reasonless,

I am invisible yet visible, unheard yet heard.

I am the fairest of all, I am partisanless,

I am the cruelest of all, for all good you have I take.

Fight me, fight me and fight hard till you win,

Know, the hardest and longest battle of life, I shall be,

Slain me, joy, happiness and reason you shall gain,

I am the door to life, and the reason for life.

Fear me, for I am fear itself.

                                                                            ~Shashank  G

Beholder

The world is white in the eyes of the beholder

All is full of life and light that falls on every shoulder

The temple of joyful day the world is to all

From shining summer to every beautiful fall

The world is black in the eyes of the beholder

All is under the dark moonless night and the falling boulder

The prison of pain the world is to all

The darkness covers everyone with a pall.

 

The world is grey in the eyes of the beholder

It is the darkness you see the value of light holder

Season the cold hard winter with fire and shawl

And enjoy life under the bright spring sun standing tall.

The world is colourful in the eyes of the beholder

A world of variety to enjoy with many a colour and odour

For the journey of life is a trip to the mall

With titbits and toys to buy for a shining hall

                                                                            ~Shashank  G

The Celestial Sky

 The Sun:

“Brighter than fire,

With glow that’s kind,

With warmth and no ire,

And souls arise.

 

I am man’s main hope,

A focus of elation,

I have seen all that arise,

And all that have fallen,

And will see again,

Till times own culmination.

 

For it is my job,

Nay, it is my joy,

To be the center of all life,

I am the Sun, to humans:

The most benevolent. ”

 

The Moon:

“Fickle is my Nature,

Yet periodic I am.

The life of the night sky,

Joyful I am.

 

I wax in my Glory,

I wane in my sorrow,

Alas, sometimes, I am

Completely shadowed,

Yet I rise, wax again,

For I believe in ecstasy is not mine to keep.

 

I am the lord,

The king of the night.

I represent man’s fortune:

I wax and wane,

Yet am remembered for the best”

 

 

The stars:

“Millions We are,

Nay, it is zillions,

We bedeck the heavens,

Like a zillion pearls.

 

We shine, We sparkle,

 We adorn the skies,

Like innumerable joys

Twinkling in the dark,

Giving hope,

Whenever one is lost.

 

We stand not alone,

But with plethora of brethren,

Our existence not our own,

But to complement our brethren,

And so We reflect, the most important aspect,

Of human society: Brotherhood.”

 

The Earth:

“Mother I am called,

By my innumerable children,

I care for all,

With equal affection.

 

Without bias or favor,

With love and regard,

I care for all,

Irrespective of their deeds,

Their character or behavior,

I nourish them.

 

For I believe,

That virtue is one’s own,

Not one is the same to other,

But all unique glittering gems,

I show the humans, hoping the understand

All are created for life’s own purpose.”

~Shashank  G

Possibility

 

Through the bliss of day

The beauty of night

The endless cycle

Of Sorrow and Delight

 

Through the tide of time

The vastness of space

The metaphysical world of possibilities

And the material world of realities

 

A man absorbed in his own thought

Flying ahead from one world to another

Imagining the unimaginable wonders

Moving the unmovable time

 

In his solitude he creates

Masterpieces so perfect

Unflawed and alluring

Almost like the celestial sky

 

But alas, it is the work of fate

That man himself he chains

For he lets not his world of thought reign

Instead suppressing it with reins

 

He gives not himself solitude

Lets not his thought run

And instead lives

The banal existence

 

This though he has the capacity

To alter time

For he has god gifted power

To mix the physical and metaphysical

To mix the reality and imagination

And change the cosmos to will

~Shashank  G

Mother and Son

 

There once lived a boy,

Young yet wise, he sought to learn,

The knowledge that gave life and grew the world.

For this he needed his mother’s permit,

But she wouldn’t give for her heart yearned,

To stay with her son till the end of her time.

 

Yet fate had its way,

For on one fine day,

When the scholar bathed in the river,

A crocodile gigantic and menacing,

Took hold of the boy’s legs by jaws.

‘Twas then that the boy cried to his mother-

“Give me permit to seek my heart’s desire,

To seek knowledge that gives life and lights the fire,

Give me permit to follow my destiny,

Far, far away from the expectations of the world,

And far, far away from the world of expectation.”

 

Reluctant was the mother,

For the love for her child was unbound and evergreen,

Yet she fretted about his safety.

‘Twas then the child uttered-

“Give me leave, for it is what fate desires,

And in doing so, thou shalt free me from the crocodile,

For the Lord of Fate hath decreed,

I shall spread light thither,

Or die alone hither.”

 

Then the mother had decided-

“I give thee leave my child,

Go forth, be free.

For my affection to thee is unbound,

And shall be evergreen till my last breath,

But Oh, my child! Thy life is dearer,

Go forth, and pursue what thou cherish.”

 

“My heart shall grieve,

My soul shall ache,

But it is divine destiny,

And I can’t contest the will of the Gods.

Go forth, my child, light the path,

Countless shall benefit,

From the mandate of the Lord.”

 

“Seek knowledge, my son,

And illuminate thyself like the sun.

Guide the world’s path,

And spread knowledge along.

May the gods favor thou, my son,

As they have favored me with thee.”

 

The crocodile immediately disappeared,

And the scholar freed now appeared,

He spoke with a voice divine and young,

And addressed his mother-

“I thank thee, Mother,

For today thou hath truly proved,

The affection of a mother to her child is unbound,

In leaving me thou hast given up thy light,

For the greater good of others.

I promise thee mother,

When thy need is greatest,

I shall arrive again to serve thy cause,

If it be God’s will.”

 

Saying so, the boy left seeking his pursuit,

Leaving his Mother for the greater good.

It was then that she thought-

“My dear boy, Oh my dear boy!

Thou shalt burn bright and shine light,

But alas, the brightest lamps are the shortest lived,

And if it be God’s mandate that thee must knowledge give,

Go forth, my boy, thee hath my blessing,

Please leave me not in pain.”

~Shashank  G

Journeys

 

From the nothingness we come

To the nothingness we go

In this journey what we become

Is all we have to show.    

 

We weave a tapestry

Intricate, beautiful and unique

Filled with every joy and tragedy

And through this we speak.

 

The past we look at

The future we look to

But the present gives us a pat

Yet in it we rue.

 

This is all it is,

For life is life itself.

~Shashank  G