Time Manipulator

What is time?
Is time an illusion?
Is time real?
Does time’s arrow only move in one direction? Forward?
Can it be bent?
Can time be altered?
Can time be played with?
Is time-travel possible?
Can we travel to the past? Future?
What is time?

So many great minds have thought about it
But none have managed to answer any of it
But you, you are different
You are special
Time is your toy
You can manipulate it as you wish

I know this because I am reading your text
‘5 minutes away’
That you sent me an hour ago
And I am still waiting for those 5 minutes of time to pass

Frank From The Future

I built a little time machine
Like I’ve done so often before
Though this one really worked
I soon found myself in the future
A bit old and wrinkled
Feeling unexcited
I decided to play a prank
And call my teenage self
From the past
To see how it works out
I dialled his number (or my old number)
It rang for a long time
Eventually, someone did pick up
I said, “Howdy, Frank. I am Frank from the future.”
And he said (or I said)
“Sorry, not interested.”
As he disconnected the call
Damn, that is so me!

The Boy Who Cracked Fat Jokes

There was once a little boy
Who thought cracking jokes was a toy
So he cracked jokes on everyone
Especially on fat ones

But as he put a pun on it
His tummy grew bit by bit
When he realised it was too late
His tummy went to round from straight

All his jokes came back to bite
He started living in a terrible fright
He stopped eating, did some exercise
The tummy showed no compromise

He sighed and hoped and prayed and screamed
That this was all just a silly dream
But his tummy felt oh so real
With which he didn’t know how to deal

So he asked a mate of his
“How should I even deal with this?”
His mate said, “There is one thing you could do
“Crack jokes on skinny people too”

With that he felt even more confused
His friend left him oh so bemused
And still today he is standing there
Lost in thought, filled with despair

Suns

My science teacher is so nuts
So much so that it actually hurts
She says that Earth has just one sun
And that’s shared by everyone
From Mercury, Saturn to Uranus
And Neptune, Jupiter, Mars, Venus
But I see that sun everywhere
Wherever I go, he’s always there
When I’m walking, he’s behind a tree
Staring from there right back at me
When I’m home, there’s one in the sky
Singing, dancing with the clouds that fly
And all of them go into hiding
When the night comes slowly sliding
The very next day when I awake
There’s another one, make no mistake
I wonder how she doesn’t know
About all these suns that brightly glow
Doesn’t she ever look up in the sky
Or feel the light like you and I?

Mommy, Johnny Stole My Doll

Mommy, Johnny stole my doll
Now, he’s not giving it back
At the expense of my tears
He is having a crack

He is always doing this, you know?
Troubling me just for fun
He plans to trouble me more
I am sure that he’s not done

Should I steal his toys too?
Hide them in the dark?
Or throw it in the dustbin
Of a nearby park?

Mommy, will you tell me
What I should do now?
Should I complain to Santa?
But I don’t know how

Search for it in my room?
Is that what you say?
But I’ve already done that
Today like yesterday

Fine, I’ll look under the pillow
I’ll search beneath the bed
Oh wait, I think I see something
Is that my little doll’s head?

Where Could Mommy Be?

Oh Tommy, wake up

Do you not see?

We’re locked inside our own house

Where could Mommy be?

There’s nobody but us

It’s just you and me

Hold my hand if you’re afraid

Where could Mommy be?

The window is left open

Did the wind take her away?

Did the night eat her up

Before it turned to day?

Did she go out herself

To find us something to eat?

I hope she brings back something

Spicy and something sweet?

Is she in some trouble?

Drowning in a sea?

Oh Tommy, what do you think —

Where could Mommy be?

Should we break the door

With the trunk of a tree

Then go in search of our Mommy

Wherever she may be

Oh Tommy, wake up

Before I count to three

Wake up and help me decide

Where could Mommy be?

When We Were Two

When we were two

I proposed to you

But then you asked me to wait

Now that we’re three —

Will you marry me?

Come on girl, it’s getting late

I Wish To Be A Fish

I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song

I yearn to be a sun
Where joy has just begun
I try to be a fly
Go wandering in the sky
I need to be a seed
With a book to read
I dream to be a beam
Go travelling through a stream
I ask to be a task
Who wears a scary mask
I seem to be a steam
Floating with my team

I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song

This Little Heaven Of Mine

What if I wake up tomorrow
With eyes that no longer see
While my son grows more gorgeous
More than what is known to me?

What if I wake up tomorrow
With ears that cannot hear
While my daughter sings a melody
More soothing than a bird’s cheer?

What if I wake up tomorrow
With a mouth that cannot speak —
How will I tell them my stories
Of my lowest trough and highest peak?

What if I don’t wake up tomorrow
To my children by my side —
How could that heaven be better
Than the one where I reside?

An Imperfect Universe

The silence of the nights
Have made me who I am
Yes, I speak with great delight
No, I’m not one of them
Yes, I am not perfect
This is how I’m supposed to be
If there is such a person
I sure would like to see
Yes, my colours are different
My thoughts can light a fire
My veins breathe uneasy
My blood is full of desire
If I had a chance to choose
To be in someone’s shoe
I would gladly toss that chance away
I would never want to be you
The sky is full of beaming stars
There is no star like me
Without me this universe
Would then so empty be