Anarchy

Shadowy walls,
Invisible light from the bulb;
Faltering,
Along the dark memory lanes.


Like a firefly
To a man on a bleak desert night;
Shrouded in the dark,
Except for the spark.

The drive through the highway,
With the headlights leading,
Learning to use the 'cones'
On hearing those impeccable tones!

Trying to look for the faint moonlight,
Masked by the black trees;
Walking through this land of tranquility
Searching for a way in this surreptitious serenity!

------------ the title is such because of the rumbling n jumbling of the entire piece....