Time Traveler

An immortal time traveler, I visit placid planets and shining stars across the inter-stellar space in the timeless continuum. I’ve visited many times in disguise the unique blue planet, thriving with vibrant earthly life. There, in the distant past eons ago, I cherished the flow of geniality air. On its affable wings I could freely fly like a bird across the span of the azure sky to the horizon of lilting lands, soar alongside of the floating flock in the warm space of conviviality. It was the chromatic time then, when in the vibes of vibgyor dawn, tinged by the spectral sunbeam, I could see the friendly throng in the breeze-braced plateau, singing together the spring song of unrestrained intimacy. In my final visit now, I see the shadow of lurking desolation creep menacingly close unhindered, turning the earth’s corners into cages. The confined spirits plunging in lone abysses stagnate within gripping isolation. Intolerance weaves threads of hatred in the fabric of the scary times. Innocent blood is shed in madness, fanaticism spreads like wild fire. Life is splintered by the lancet of chaos into disposable debris uncared. In the psychic grip of insolent stress the fostered relationships crash. Before the world order collapses I ardently wish the times change. The war-tanks become pianos, guns transform into harmonic flutes, deadly arsenals turn harps, mercenaries become violins. They all perform the symphony of peace and universal brotherhood. Before the hourglass breaks, let the essence of times change. The thorns of contempt turn into flowers, cactus of hatred changes to olive branch. Let the crooked minds morph into alchemists, make golden strands from rusted fence wire that will create the garlands, intertwine the humankind with love.