Electricity cut

Darkness
engulfs the house.
The phone has died
for the dying light of the torch.

The insane world of algorithms
have collapsed
like a heap of
unreceived messages.

You and I
are finally alone,
unplugged,
offline.

Its been long
since I played
Pink Floyd.

Our conversations
sans faces
in the darkness
are like on the telephone.

Electricity should go more often,
albeit in winters,
And, you are right,
inverters are useless.