Across The Room

Turning and tossing from side to side,

I check the time;

It's almost midnight.

All the doors are seal closed,

I drop out of bed to check once more,

With no hint of sleep.

I turn on the music,

Can't choose which song to tune into,

I let the radio decide.

Though, the songs play cluttery;

I buy it as a glitch of technicality,

Until the lyrics start playing in reverse...

Scared,

I turn the radio off,

As I turn away the radio plays again,

Only now, with voices hoarser;

And the lyrics floating haphazardly.

I rush to the door, 

But it's jammed -

"Maybe, because of the monsoons,"

My logical self asserts. 

Taking me back to the

Concepts of humidity,

Class 8th Physics.

The whole scientific

Trail of thought breaks

Just when I hear,

Muffled laughs 

From the living room.

"But I live alone!"

My logical self asserts, again.

Suddenly, the room falls silent;

I grab the handle of the door, 

And pull it as hard as I can,

Failing to get the door open.

"Pull the latch down, silly."

From behind,

Exclaims the radio.