When darkness descends
lights go off,
small, big, white and red,
till its a blinding blackness
to hide me
from the world.

Yet another light dawns,
immediately so,
flooding me all around
like thousand  stadiums lit
for century games.

Then my heart and mind
caught in the glare
unwillingly play
games of reason and passion
in the beam less light
that you shine.

I wonder, just wonder
how can darkness
and my unseeing eyes
be so full of light?