My Broken Watch 

I set out myself 

To mend time, 

To revert life back to 

A thing of the past. 

My watch is broken, 

The hour hand points aimlessly, 

To a remote past, 

Of a time that I’m unaware 

Of the specific activity

That I was indulged in then. 

Callously, I move my hand, 

The hour hand moves again, 

And I’m again in the past. 

I realise then the non-functionality of 

The date hand, 

Whose value was subject 

To random movements of my joints. 

Suddenly, in a balmy way, 

I feel extremely powerful, 

Yielding the power to control time, 

To mend time of my own accord, 

But would time allow such blasphemy? 

To allow it to be dominated, 

To consider its power being threatened 

By a person hailing from below mediocrity, 

Time wraiths suddenly appear, 

Converged to convey their master’s message, 

Soon their master appears, 

After opening a time portal, 

I had wished for a dialogue, 

But witnessing the presence of one who musters Earthly reins, I

Settled myself for the monologue, time’s colloquy. 

Ruling the Earth since its birth, 

Manning each person, 

Stipulating time for each head, 

I govern each life here. 

None escape my foreseeing eye, 

From kings to Graves, 

From paupers to ashes, 

From monuments to dusts, 

From life to death, 

I have seen it all, governing it all. 

On my look, with my changing nature, 

The world transformed, 

From tribes to civilization, 

From mystique to modern, 

From biodiversity to extinction, 

From forests to landscapes, 

From rains to droughts, 

From abundance to famine, 

From peace to wars. 

And as I look ahead, in the future 

The change is imminent, 

But, the future seems to reap the past, 

Humans have never learnt peace, 

They fight wars for peace, 

And then fight peace for wars. 

They ease my burden of stipulating time, 

By ending their own lives. 

Many have born, many have died 

Who questioned my authority, 

None are immortal, except I. 

They waged wars against me, 

With time turners and sands of time.

Not knowing I hold their key. 

You don’t realise!

Each of you, wish to revert back

To undo things you had done, 

To consider having done it differently, 

To not have said those words, 

To not have been there, 

To not have experienced it. 

But, ultimately it’s these things 

These experiences 

These desires and guilt that makes you unique. 

Saying all this, 

Time wraiths left me to live, 

Time was gone, 

But my watch was mended.  

I don’t have an umbrella! 

Ever felt the absence of an umbrella in the presence of torrential rains?

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It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella, 

I had planned to venture out 

And do the task at hand. 

But, it’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella. 

I wait for the rains to stop, 

That ceaselessly do go on, 

But they are rains, 

That swell and burst and put, 

The world, at risk to drown. 

I bargain with the skies, 

To stop this torment. 

But,  it gleefully sighs, 

Let the melancholy flow, I’ll feel light at heart, 

Isn’t that what you humans do? 

You brush against each other, 

And emotions of wrath, love, desperation, mirth 

And the lot, 

Ceaselessly thunder across your heart, 

Light fire and calmness in your soul, 

Breathes waterfalls through your eyes, 

Blurring the vision but clearing your heart. 
And to expect me to not follow suit, 

Don’t you despicably portray selfishness,

Which abounds in your desires and in  your hearts? 

Polluted you as it is have, my sister, air and me alike, 

And thus I drench you in acid, 

For all the follies that you have bestowed, that

Reek of such selfishness and lack of pity, 

Pray, let me weep to cleanse me of your ills. 

Understanding the ill – nature of the question that I had posed, 

And lamenting, shamefully of the pain that we have caused, 

I took shelter under one of the trees. 

But the weeping didn’t seem to stop. 

However, soon I became 

Imprudent and impatient, bearing fealty to my race, 

I prepared myself to get physically drenched, 

Since dry clothes was an impossibility, 

I enjoyed the drops across my face, 

I jumped in puddles and danced away the rain, 

I made mirth in someone’s tears, 

I am faithful to my race. 

The Sea-rene Deceit 

Nature is a great teacher, but is it wise to blindly emulate it?

Casting ripples, all over the surface 

Due to the perennial movement,

Of the winds and tides, 

Moving in a direction 

Not bound to your wishes, a path 

Not tracing towards your goal. 

I pitied at your plight then, 

For I would have never forsaken my pride 

Due to undue influences. 
Giant waves, striking the rocks 

And wetting the shores, 

Sometimes so huge 

That you cast your terror 

Across the world. 

Creating ripples of misdemeanor 

Over worldly faces.

I marveled at your magnanimity then, 

For I wish to go from calm to chaos 

When provoked and needed. 
The wind, that flows over your mane, 

And the waves,  that run across your face, 

Guide yachts and ships to destinations, 

And help aquatic migration. 

But, then the storm in your mind 

Can make people lose their tread, 

Drowning them into unknown seas and 

Thrusting them into infinite darkness. 

I admired your prudence then, 

Of helping people who need it and

Avenging those who misuse you. 
The fish that swim in your water, 

The corals that have made you their home, 

The biodiversity that you enrich, 

And how you and them both suffer

During foreign calamities, 

Losing parts of your family 

In every such disaster. 

I was inspired by your humility then, 

To help others bloom and live and

You made me understand how a family is 

Not bound by blood but by love. 

Lives, stays and suffers together. 
Your diurnal and nocturnal tides, 

Caused by mood swings 

Of the moon and sun. 

Blue tinge on your surface,  

Due to the reflection of the skies above. 

I mocked at your beguilement then, 

The masks that you wore, concealing

Your true identity. 

And then I ruminated,   

How you and nature breathe human too.

I wanted you to be my role model 

But it seems you’re not perfect too. 

Colours

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The loyalty of the skies 
The sadness in the bosom
The serenity of the reflected seas
Loneliness, harmony and peace 
Are variants of blue 

The parallel grace of her gown and persona
The arrogance of his noble birth 
The wisdom of epochs
Magic, mysteries and nobility 
Each has a similar violet hue 

The enthusiasm in their veins 
The exhibitionism in her spirit 
The vibrance and energy within 
Sociable, insecure and independent 
Have a common orange tinge 

The love in her heart
The rage in his mind
The power reined by monarchy 
Passion, war and danger 
All paint the world in shades of red

The concentration that opens the third eye 
The fear that lives in the human psyche 
The power of introspection and meditation 
Melancholy, cynicism and intellect
Behold each having an indigo tone 

The sublime joy of pocketful of dandelions
The optimism from the fleeting sunshine
The diseased jaundiced eyes 
Cowardice, hope, malice are all painted 
By the same streaks of yellow

The envy and jealousy within us 
The gleeful fertility, the mirthful nature 
The generosity and ardor of humanity 
Apathy, youthfulness and disgust
Coloured by a tincture of green 

Colours, representing the emotional spectrum
An amalgamation gives us white 
The absence of all gives us black 
Such intermingling forms a rainbow 
The rainbow of life