Time Machine Poem by Abhinit Chute (abz)

Wondering, I, left myself cold on my table..
Nodding then looking up twice and sigh
Entangled in thoughts like my earphone cable,
Feels like the world is over and I'm still left to die..

A twenty first century man; you don't expect it
To be held up in the hell of a broken mood;
And time has no reverse gears to disrespect it,
But it is difficult to take that everything happens for good.

An eleven year old small guy,
I don't know what was his mistake
He was affected to his cardiac eyes
Remained addicted till he baked the cake..

If I had a machine that could travel time fro and to..
And overwrite my history to its best,
I won't be able to decide what not to do..
But I won't ride to future to see my empty nest..

Should I go to the date twenty days rewind
Or should I blame that eleven year innocent child?
What right do I have to smother his mind?
Yes, he was me six years before, neither wild, nor mild..

It was me who fell in love!
Crushed in the crush, kept on blowing off my own wickets,
It wasn't the same the other side though
As I'm nothing for the girl who loves snippets..

You know

I can't figure which deed to blame..
Revolving around all starry dates that I can't and I won't forget,
You may go to see me ten years ahead; Am I still the same?
Optimism is at its least and I can't consolidate..

So, I would just wrap up this machine
And get back to my dusty bed to end the day,
Pray God for no bad dream to make me regret the sin,
Just give me a better scene ahead that would make my way..