We never know what happens when life happens, unless it actually happens! Today we are so caught in this idea of “myself” that we gradually lose out on our “other self”. It is hard to say whether life is ready to entangle us or is it we ourselves who are willing to get entangled…
I do own a time machine.
And I often use it to travel back
to my other life…
I live two
One here, today
And the other, that I left around the corner
and conveniently call it yesterday.
On rare occasions when I wish to holiday
and feel the need to breathe
I sit in my time machine
to go back
to tresses with shades of grey
and wonder how they became this colour
since I saw them a few months away.
I go back to grooves
and can make out those dimples gone astray.
I go back to puffy eyes
that hide behind horn rimmed glasses
only to find them a little weaker than they were
on my last holiday.
And then I sit in my time machine once again
to travel back into today.
That morning my phone buzzed unusually.
There was a call from that side of life called yesterday.
It had a new address
Ward fifteen at a place called Healthcare.
I paced for a while
and thought if it was urgent in any way…
I sat in the time machine
but it refused to budge
I tried hard
Checked for power failures,
and other technical slows…
I summoned the engineer
only to know
that I’ll have to wait until the weekend
before I can go.
Alas! The time machine
held me back
Wasn’t really my fault you see.
I made a few phone calls though
Even tied up for somebody
to run errands all through.
Coming Saturday I travelled back
to see another strand of grey
troughs on cheeks deeper than ever
and puffy eyes tired like never.
Next morning, it was time to move.
I wished the time machine
to give up once again.
A snag, a lag
anything that would make me stay.
But it never breaks up when I travel into
this life called today.
So, I sat down once again
as I chose one life over the other