Dimensions Of Time

I do not dig into my past,

I cannot revive it.

You want me to narrate my experience,

Beginning from the past,

My past, you know, will not return,

To pester or spoil me.

I cannot bask in the memory of my past,

Incoherent, it might be now.

My present seems worse as it turns into the past,

It gives me pain, only pain;

It reminds me of my foolishness,

And incomplete tasks,

I am not able to identify my flaws and failures,

Nor have I learnt a lesson from my past,

There never was any review either.

The clean rivers are filthy, the air unbreathable,

And the ground I stand on is not firm,

I do not know

To which shore could I drag my dreams

Whether I have strength left in me to face the future.

You gave me a puzzle to solve,

Expected me to find the dimensions of Time

And its ramifications.

I can find those dimensions beyond the range of Time.