Water and The Shadow

I heard a telling in a book of old,

"Strong men cast a large shadow,"

I looked at the big tree and the water

And, yes, I decided to give it a go.

Gallons upon gallons I poured on it,

But, as the day rushed to the noon,

My shade grew smaller and smaller

Reduced to a dark blotch very soon.

Yet I poured and poured hope on it

In vain, wisdom over me held no sway

So cosmos decided to give me a lesson

And started growing it the other way.

Ecstatic, I changed the direction of

My enthusiastic endeavors, but nay,

Cosmos played another trick on me

As into the dark my shade walked away.

Susurrations of the Dark

Have I told you that dark tale

of a room at the devil's hour,

Where will o' wisps lurk

To trick you into hell's bower?

Pay heed to the warning then

pray do not follow that flicker,

For 'tis agent of shadows here

a mischievous, hellish tricker.

Many have come before you

and fallen prey to their doom,

O once you have entered here

There's no way out of this room.

From the Abyss of Dreams

I dreamt of a sky scorched

by winter's eerie charades,

All that was warm and bright

Gives way to dreary shades.

Mobile World Blues

I met a man in the street,

he did not meet me though.

He never knew I was there

He was here, yet not y'know!

Sad state of affairs we are,

connected to voices faraway.

But we can't hear what faces

in front of us have to say.

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Oft do I sit at top of the world

though I'm at the bottom of it,

Looking upon fortunes I build

wondering where mine own fit.

The Ladder

But, who ever thought of the ladder

that leans against wall to be scaled,

Offering itself to serve changing feet

even if its name will never be hailed!? 

Lesser likely to give it a kind thought

are those whose fortunes it descend,

Whose fall it cushions to prevent

long drop to sudden stop, dead end.

Aye, it is just a means to your end

a lifeless object, nothing more,

But it doth take you to the height

you never had wings or leap for.

It has no use for your gratitude

so do not bother offering it any,

But be kind to its creak and reach

a privilege still denied to many.

Be gentle to steps on your way up

look not upon them with a frown,

For they'd be your one sure wish

if you were on your way down.

This rhyme is like that very ladder 

it doesn't go up or down on its own,

But just a means to remind you

of the little blessings lesser known.