Sitting on the fine sand by the sea,

the stars have all gone out

and, my senses solicit me not to shout

my mind is restrained and I can’t see.

I’m blinded by the darkness in my heart

I have duties yet to complete;

wonders and loveliness left to contemplate

help me I’m falling apart.

The morning has arrived

I still lay there,closed out from what’s happening

I am not perturbed by the prepossessing

is it an end that I never derived.

No I’m not dead I cannot end

I make a struggle to open my eyes

every attempt fails still my mind lies

all I have now is a past and a future to shed.

I can still perceive everything

it’s just that I can’t have the key to the future

I am being drawn back by mother nature

the wind whispers that it’s nothing.

The sun tells me that it’s my last day

rays dance on my corpse

All my past flickers before me

I sit by the dead me,all my wishes at bay.

I didn’t have the right to reproach myself

because destiny was not my decision

instead I hummed a song with great precision

wondering why i failed in being myself.

A man with an amiable countenance

summoned to me he searched me for life

I stared deep into his eyes it reflected strife

his face bereft of happiness.

He patted my rosy cheeks

when he lost hope he searched my pockets

those pits of memories and love lockets

he found my wallet and his mind leaks.

How true is that men are ruled by vanity

that man looked around and dissappeared

as fast as he had appeared

I’m afraid there’s none to preserve my sanity.

Where is heaven?

I wished if I could go back

is there a way,I don’t know how to track

how can I live the ghost life I’m given .

I slipped into a sleep

my soul can’t repent nor repair

I swindle and tumble with the air

I am travelling to a memory’s heap.

I wake up in a fluffy bed

my legs and arms shorter

I’m buried under thoughts more happier

I’m alive and I’m not devil’s bread.

I hear voices outside the bedroom

steps fast approaching

my happiness killed by thought suppressing

haven’t death had enough of my fumes?

My new childish mind spoke

the voices were my fears

it sounded as if it’s saying prayers

‘Time machine’,the voice broke.

Yes a time-machine,it unveiled all the mystery

I am co-existing in two different times

how absurd?it doesn’t even seem to chime

but I cannot seal it as mockery.

The little me was just a heap of experiences

it must have been a bad dream

I was taught to stay on that beam

but the time machine never halted the transitions.

I finally believed that it’s my fate

and i had to stay until i could say

the machine couldn’t have mistaken

but i realized the fact until it was too late.

Years passed and my childish self grew,

one day I ended up being on the same beach ,

I realized what the machine tried to teach;

I tried to run but it was too late to be true.

Fate can’t be changed.

I died mysteriously as I had transitioned back.

Is it my second death or will I travel back?

I do not know ,it can’t be explained.