From Shadows to Light
In tender youth, where sunlight played,
With golden friends in fields we strayed.
Each day a gem, each moment bright,
Our hearts unburdened, pure delight.
But clouds of fate turned dark and grey,
The winds of change led me away.
To city vast, where strangers thronged,
I sought the ties where I belonged.
Yet innocence was left behind,
In shadows deep, my soul confined.
The laughter hushed, the silence grew,
In solitude, my comfort new.
No longer did I chase the throng,
For in my quiet, I grew strong.
The past a distant, hazy hue,
A portrait blurred of what I knew.
Forgotten faces, friendships waned,
Their memories now softly stained.
The echoes of my childhood days,
Became a mist, a muted phase.
But in this stillness, life took root,
A silver lining in pursuit.
I found a heart that matched my own,
In her embrace, a love was sown.
Her laughter, like a soothing stream,
Awoke in me a long-lost dream.
Her words, a balm, her touch, a grace,
With her, I found my sacred space.
Though different, yet we danced in tune,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.
With every word and every glance,
We wove our love, a timeless dance.
— Pradeep Yadav
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With golden friends in fields we strayed.
Each day a gem, each moment bright,
Our hearts unburdened, pure delight.
But clouds of fate turned dark and grey,
The winds of change led me away.
To city vast, where strangers thronged,
I sought the ties where I belonged.
Yet innocence was left behind,
In shadows deep, my soul confined.
The laughter hushed, the silence grew,
In solitude, my comfort new.
No longer did I chase the throng,
For in my quiet, I grew strong.
The past a distant, hazy hue,
A portrait blurred of what I knew.
Forgotten faces, friendships waned,
Their memories now softly stained.
The echoes of my childhood days,
Became a mist, a muted phase.
But in this stillness, life took root,
A silver lining in pursuit.
I found a heart that matched my own,
In her embrace, a love was sown.
Her laughter, like a soothing stream,
Awoke in me a long-lost dream.
Her words, a balm, her touch, a grace,
With her, I found my sacred space.
Though different, yet we danced in tune,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.
With every word and every glance,
We wove our love, a timeless dance.
— Pradeep Yadav
From Blogger iPhone client
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