NAMELESS INTRUDERS

Fear swooped on extended mind, 
when brain was never silent. 
I was never alone, 
voices broke all around. 
The lead became kinky. 
For sometime, I escaped into antiquity for, 
a surrogate relief. 
The clock prowled for 
the graffiti of truth in night. 

A programmed psychology 
look extra-terrestrial. 
The life mutated into a watch 
which did not move. 
The mob controlled the streets. 
How thin was the tribe of fireflies in dark? 
The sparks were cold 
and stars were warm. 

I stayed by the fire of meditation for a 
turbulent river. 
The movement of shadows made me sad. 
An obscene climate inflicted wounds on trees. 
Despair & rage, raised a panic in the herd. 
Nameless intruders climbed our houses.

Satish Verma