The Ordeal

Cursing under his breath,
Sameer got up from the floor.
Thinking, "Better could be death".
An agonized look he bore.

His eyes failed him,
He stretched his hands outward.
He started to sing a hymn.
He was a god-fearing coward.

This ordeal was too much to bear.
His zest was subdued.
He thought this was just unfair.
He uttered words that were rude.

He felt highly helpless,
There was nothing he could do.
Like a bullet, swift and aimless,
He walked ahead too.

His sweating was profuse,
He felt like ripping his clothes off.
This suffering he just couldn't refuse.
His situation didn't make him laugh.

With an outstretched hand
He gripped the fridge's handle.
In the dairy items stand
He found a big candle.

His mom shouted, "Fast!"
He hurried back to the hall.
For long did the power cut last
And he couldn't watch football.

Dejection - II

The sun is on song on summer days,
Dry and sultry becomes the whole place.
At home some times it's like a furnace,
To get some relief I slept on the terrace.

I admired the horde of moving clouds
That enveloped the sky like fluffy shrouds.
I gazed at stars and loved the moon,
Little did I know that I'd have to leave soon.

I occasionally checked my mobile phone,

'Cause silent is my message tone.

I went to sleep and started to dream,
Dreams sweet like chocolate and whipped cream.

A droplet of water touched my lips,
A few also fell on my finger tips.
I opened my eyes to look at the sky.
Rain bearing clouds were sailing so high.

I got up and rolled my mattress
And headed towards my little fortress.
This week it happened at 1 A.M.
What a progress!
Last week it was 4 A.M.