The Journey of Light and Shadow Poem

"The Journey of Light and Shadow"
In the cradle of dawn where dreams are sown,

Beneath the stars where the winds have flown,
There begins a tale both silent and long,
Of love, of loss, of whispers in song.
A journey that spans the width of the sky,
Where light and shadow together fly.
The sun rises gently with a golden hue,

Kissing the earth with its morning dew.
Awakening flowers, the trees in their dance,
Nature embracing in delicate trance.
Birds in the air sing a melody sweet,
As the world stirs softly, from head to feet.
Through fields of green, the traveler walks,

Carrying stories, though seldom he talks.
A wanderer, a seeker, a soul on a quest,
With a heart full of wonder, never at rest.
He looks to the east where the rivers run wide,
And to the west where the mountains reside.
Upon his path, the skies turn blue,

The winds whisper tales, both old and new.
He meets a wise tree with roots so deep,
That it has seen the world wake and sleep.
"Tell me," he asks, "of the times you’ve seen,
When the forests were vast, and the world serene."
The tree speaks slow, its voice like the breeze,

Of ancient days and forgotten seas.
Of stars that fell like tears in the night,
Of shadows that danced in the flickering light.
“The world is both beauty and sorrow entwined,
But the truth of it all, only time will find.”
The traveler bows and continues his way,

Through the meadows of gold and skies of gray.
He finds a river, its waters so clear,
Reflecting the faces of those once dear.
He kneels by its side and cups the stream,
Drinking from memories that feel like a dream.
In the ripples he sees a distant past,

Of friends and love that couldn’t last.
The river sings softly of those who have gone,
Of moments fleeting, like the break of dawn.
But the traveler knows, as each drop flows,
That every ending is where something grows.
Under the noon sun's burning flame,
He walks with shadows, never the same.
The heat bears down, yet he carries on,
Through deserts vast where all life seems gone.
The sands shift slowly, like time’s own hand,
Etching stories in an endless land.
A mirage appears, a figure in white,

A spirit of hope, bathed in light.
She dances like fire, flickering bright,
Guiding him forward, through the plight.
“Do not despair,” her voice rings clear,
“For the night is long, but the dawn is near.”
With renewed strength, he marches ahead,

Through valleys deep, where fears are fed.
The mountains loom tall, casting their shade,
Guarding secrets of the world they’ve made.
He climbs their peaks, each step a fight,
To reach the heavens, to touch the light.
The wind howls cold as the sky turns gray,

But the traveler knows he must find his way.
The climb is steep, his breath grows thin,
Yet he presses on, with fire within.
Through snow and ice, his heart beats strong,
For he knows the path, though rough, is long.
At last he stands on the summit’s crest,

Where the earth meets the sky, in endless rest.
The world below, a tapestry vast,
A patchwork of moments, the future, the past.
He breathes in deep, the air so pure,
A feeling of peace, both strong and sure.
But even here, where the stars feel close,

The shadows linger, as silent ghosts.
For light and dark are bound, side by side,
One cannot live where the other hides.
And the traveler knows, as day turns to night,
That shadow and light are one in their flight.
As the moon rises high in the sky,

He listens to the earth's quiet sigh.
The world sleeps now, in dreams so deep,
But the traveler, awake, his vigil will keep.
For he is both the light and the shade,
The fire that burns and the coolness of jade.
In the silence, the universe speaks,
Of galaxies far and stars at their peaks.
It whispers of love, of time and space,
Of the endless dance, of the human race.
The traveler listens, his heart aglow,
For within him, the universe begins to grow.
He descends from the mountains with grace in his stride,

With wisdom now as his faithful guide.
The valleys below, once feared and dark,
Now hold a beauty, a shimmering spark.
For every shadow that danced in the night,
Was born from the flicker of a distant light.
He walks through the forests, the fields once more,

But now with a peace he’d not known before.
For life is a journey, both bitter and sweet,
A blend of triumphs and of defeat.
But in every moment, in every breath,
There’s a spark of life that transcends death.
The traveler smiles as the evening falls,

For he has heard the universe's calls.
In every star, in every tree,
He has found the truth, he has found the key.
That light and shadow are bound, never apart,
Just like the pulse of a single heart.
So as night descends and the moon grows bright,

The traveler rests, bathed in its light.
His journey is long, yet never in vain,
For he has found peace amid joy and pain.
And though the path ahead may wind and bend,
He knows that the journey will never end.
BY –ONKAR PRIYADARSHI

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"The Journey of Light and Shadow"

In the cradle of dawn where dreams are sown,

The sun rises gently with a golden hue,

Through fields of green, the traveler walks,

Upon his path, the skies turn blue,

The tree speaks slow, its voice like the breeze,

The traveler bows and continues his way,

In the ripples he sees a distant past,

A mirage appears, a figure in white,

With renewed strength, he marches ahead,

The wind howls cold as the sky turns gray,

At last he stands on the summit’s crest,

But even here, where the stars feel close,

As the moon rises high in the sky,

He descends from the mountains with grace in his stride,

He walks through the forests, the fields once more,

The traveler smiles as the evening falls,

So as night descends and the moon grows bright,

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