Prescience

There was no colour in the nude and skin deep fire was raging not leaving much of a trail. A Janus cat, that is our man of polity with two faces. Walking alone at midnight, that is larger than life, on death of a galaxy, where - the crack of dawn meets dandelion to decide the course of bloody day. They were – coming in huge lots to kneel and kiss the hands of their master, who will leave his signature – in deep cleavage. Who was guarding the doorway to my sleep ? Satish Verma