The Vision

When they go out,the bright happy lights,
The darkness slips in,a dreamless night,
Eyes red-rimmed and sleep starved,
Sightless,unseeing fixed and carved,
Into a moonless horizon,deep and dim,
No hope,no despair,just filled to the brim,
They mourn the dreams,dead and dying,
They can tell no tales, either true or lying.
Suddenly ,the unfeeling eyes, are invaded,
By a piercing light ,from the dawn emanated,
They squeezed themselves shut,to the pain,
And wept their tears like monsoon rain.
When the tears were done streaming,
They opened to a blue, clear and gleaming.
 It was a new world of bright happy light,
The eyes wide open,drunk on the intoxicating sight.
The wheels of life continue to spin,
Not concerned of sight--seen or unseen!
The vision, washed of illusion,crystal clear,.
 Night, paves the path for the day to reappear.
                                                                        Chandni.