Time Machine

At times in life, I wish if there is one
In which I can sit and travel through time
See what I did, am doing and should be done
And write my life line by line

I will travel back and live those college days
When I flew without wings, chirped with friends
Gift her chocolates instead of LAYS
Enjoyed without bothering about economic trends

Rush in future and see what happens in 2010
See if the cards I am playing will work or not
Will I be broke or filthy rich by then
Did I fail or scored with every shot?

But then I will have an answer to everything
Killing the mystery, anticipation and associated fun
I guess it’s good if there is no such thing
Else I wouldn’t have written this poem