On the Wings of Time

by Latha Sakhya

[box]It is a flight of fantasy inside a dream – Latha Sakhya’s response to the theme, ‘Time Machine’ in poetry.[/box]

Nestling down in an arm chair
At moth hour reading a book
I slipped into a trance.
I saw my self out
In search of a vague slippery thought
Journeying through the maze of caverns
Fancy drew me to spy a quaint machine
Intricately designed with a seat;
Curious like Alice
I entered the automaton
Fancy prodding me, I sat down
Unconsciously my hand hit a switch
The strange vehicle took off.

Flying on the wings of Time I swished past verdurous Earth
Entering space the Time Traveller headed in a specific direction
Suddenly swerving it entered a wormhole, its sinister darkness
Sending ripples of fear down my spine.
But within seconds I was out; it seems I had travelled eons together
And had arrived in a strange land – of rivers and mountains
Hillocks and crystal clear streams – a land
Of strange animals and alien people.

Mastering control of the machine I landed in a grove.
My roving eyes alighted on a mysterious creature; strange yet close
To the horse of our age; I was smitten by its beauty and grace.
The silvery horn on the middle of its forehead gleamed in the sun
It trotted nimbly but had cloven hooves of goat; the golden mane
Hanging thick and long, glittered pure gold in the sun
The lion tail reaching its hooves swished silvery stream.

Hiding behind trees adorned with multi hued flowers,
I followed the animal as it ambled along nibbling softly the grass,
Occasionally lifting its magnificent head to gaze around to assess
Its sylvan surroundings until it came upon a glade open
The shining pond in its midst reflecting the azure sky
The flowery trees resembling a garden enticing.

The reeds in gentle motion created music strange
Listening mesmerized, my gaze fell upon a being ethereal
Gliding over the grass, almost human except for her golden wings
Delicate and transparent; dressed in a gossamer gown embellished
With roses red. Going straight to the glistening creature –
A unicorn my heart whispered as she touched its silvery horn
The animal knelt adoringly at her feet; holding on to its golden mane
She swung onto its back and galloped away.

The galloping sound receded
And the tick-tock of the clock
Pervaded my being
With consciousness
And disappointment –
I had lost grip
Of a strange world,
Revealed in a vision
Rudely transported back
To a world of routine.

 

Latha Prem Sakhya is a poet at heart and a teacher by profession. She is very passionate about painting. Latha has published two books, MEMORY RAIN (2008) – a collection of 64 poems and NATURE AT MY DOORSTEP (2011) – a medley of her reflections, poems and paintings.

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