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