On The Wings Of Time Poem by Latha Prem Sakhya

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 and sat on it
My hand unconsciously hitting a switch it took off.

Flying on the wings of Time I swished past verdurous Earth,
Entering space, the Time Traveller headed towards a wormhole-
Its sinister darkness sent ripples of fear down my spine
But within seconds I was out; it seems I had travelled eons together
And had arrived in a mystic 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 a 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
In it’s midst shone a pond crystal clear reflecting the azure sky
And the flowery trees, almost another 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
But rudely transported back
To my world of routine.