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.  

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Kaleidoscope 

With my head resting against my chest, 

You resting on the table, 

I bend myself over you, 

To get the glimpse of your far end,

Multiple patterns of 

Varying sizes and shapes, 

Of cliffs and plateaus, 

With steep precipices, 

The place where a depressed soul

Detached itself from life. 


Lifting you up, 

Paralleling you with the ground, 

I see a new pattern forming 

Of myriad shapes and sizes, 

It’s a beautiful valley, 

With greenery and livelihood abounding, 

A place where happiness 

Seemed so prevalent, 

Reaching the levels of contagiousness. 
Now, I lift you again 

Above my head, 

And with gravity aiding, 

The shapes fall towards me, 

Like huge rocks, from mountains infused with anger, 

Tempting themselves with the 

Contentment to overthrow the world, 

And rippling human lives, 

Creating an evil disaster 
I change your angle to forty five degrees, 

And with that swirling motion, 

Something again forms, 

Lost travellers, thirsty and parched, 

Frantic for water to extend their life, 

And magically, a waterfall and spring appears forth, 

Nature is a great superhero. 
I keep flipping you about, 

Rotating you at my whim, 

And every time, I see something new, 

A valley, a rale, a spring, a dale, an ocean, a cliff, a animal, a bird, 

And if there’s no novelty in the view, 

There’s something new about the perspective, 

Something soothing, something different. 

Life would have been so much easier

If we saw each others view, if we

Believed in kaleidoscopes. 

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