A While's vial

A vial is there for a while
Not a While for the vial,

The vial's while is happy while,
Whilst a vial's while is a tale stale.

The while's wheel is very fragile
Also rigid as the sand of the vial,

Free yourselves for some while.
Else you'll be freed for someone Else's vial.

Pandemonium

The hill was near,
My ride was severe,
Hope hovered there and here,
Brewing thoughts into the sphere,

            The sphere with no thread,
            Everything unseen in tread,
            Life was not completely read,
            Urge of it never had commenced.

Standing with my eyes open,
Felt just a way hope-hopen,
Coming back to the reason,
Why things ever happen ?

            Every cloud has its light,
            Some are in and out of sight,
            Dwindling thoughts seemed right,
            Pandemonium is always a fright,

Never mind i stood my stance,
Giving none an offensive chance.
No fight, no fright, even for a glance,
Nature itself fought it without a lance.