Blinding light

I took to the roads today,
After the sun had drowned
Into the unseen sea of the sky.
The alleyway was dark and misty,
It was stinky, stingy, raking fear.
But beneath the hood, I understood
Nothing there was to be afraid of.
Except for the yellow lights shining,
On the darkest of the paths.

I took this path only to see the stars
At night, but never I imagined
There would be none tonight.

The more I walked into the blinding
Path, more I felt my excitement
Ebbing away, in to the cold dread
Of the evening, into the smog in the
Surrounding. I turned up to look at the stars,
I felt they had better things to offer.
But, I did not foresee I could see
Not one tonight, with the blinding lights
Lining the path, the light of the stars
Were made a mystery to bewildered eyes.

Searching for faith in the depths of
The ethereal, looking for hope into
The corners of the universe, hope
That some star would shine its light
Upon the lonely traveler. But all
I saw were these yellow lights, hung
To poles of cold denial. Poles to which
The freedom of the free mind are
Tied, held captive, thwarted, subdued.

But, elation swept my mind, when
I see the dark patch, from where
I could look at the stars in peace.
But, as I approach it, I see
It was just a shadow, beside it is
The light, it was sniggering,
Pointing at me. And spoke to me in
Its cold deadly whisper-
"Where you going, you fool?
You just follow me."

--Mohan