Time Machines

                                   

I wish you could see,

the things we feel:
All our brokenness and all our obscurity,

boxed in invisible time machines.

These places we call home,

Holding our comforts, sunken in deep oceans;

These touches that complete life,

the unseen wind that feels mine:

Makes me forget who i'm not;

Rescue's me from the galaxy of baselines.

Their screams, their laughs

haunt me more than mine;

Emphatically taking places in me:

in the name of decency.

I carry it all,

somewhere in me;

Strength and hopelessness,

versing me a song of abeyancy.

I hope you could see,

the things I feel:

All my calm and all my chaos,

boxed in silly time machines.