These are lines written by me as I was pondering what it would be like to travel time. I wanted to go against the established Romanticism around traveling time, the exploration and discovery and what I really wanted was to shun the idea of using it as a plot device.
What I set out to accomplish, was to understand and explore how psychedelic it would be to travel time, how one might lose track of what’s happening as everything, at least to his or her mind, is happening at once as he or she can see time, not as a moment in which he or she is, but stretched out, all moments combined.
I wanted to explore what toll it would take on one’s body and mind.
The poem is in free verse, so it goes against common notions of poems as being rhythmic.
For those who do not know what free verse is, its a form of poetry devoid of rhythm, meter or any musical pattern. I like that form because it is raw and I believe that though putting words in a rhythm is an art in and of itself, much of the intimacy and urgency is lost in trying to write your thoughts while figuring out a rhythm for them.
A traveler of time
Lost in time, shattered reality.
Confusion, apprehension, panic
Like bare live wire, megawatts of
Electricity, explosions, illuminate
The insides of the brain.
Vestiges of fading memories,
Interposed one between another,
A negative on a negative on a negative,
Inverted hues, inside out,
Unfamiliar, ethereal, images amalgamated.
Past swallowed by the future,
Future becomes the present.
Few moments stretched over an eternity.
A rubber band stretched for light years,
Your consciousness thins
Reality bleeds of color,
Drained black and white, gaunt face
Looking into gaunt eyes, the mirror
Reflections, lost to the ripples of
The horizon-less sea, infinite
This poem is created by Mohib Ahmed, Batch of 2018-20, IIM Kashipur