An Unextolled Time Machine

More than a decade ago, i bought a watch,
From the nearby crept and steady marketplace,
Watch was beautiful, with stripes in match,
Blue short hand and red long hands, in grace,
That gave me immense pleasure and delight,
It suited me nicely with all its fancy feature,
A few days passed, of its strange insight,
Things started reacting, and with changing creature,
More days passed now exist a new sprigged world,
On a moist earth of gloomy shade,
Turfed a new surface, thronged a different crowd,
A worried species full of space and clouded haze,
Of all melancholy, that hold them bright,
Meteoric power blossoms to their standstill hope,
Like some deity technocrats, steadfast with glory,
Some like to glorified and called them democratic,
Few were sober priests of socialism,
Few were divinity of crowned capitalism,
And most of them matted to mixed thought,
Loaded with industrial access,
All of them eventide of it and with similar thoughts,
Contracted the outer bubble with polluting poison drought,
Grounded the earth itself, to a diluted different earth,
Polluting the ground water, barren-ed the earth in dearth,
Now every oblivion was secret spy against nature's horizon,
That needled my soul, and battled my emotion,
I glanced at well wooing sun, it was thirsty,
With terrorized and over brimmed man's amnesty,
All were unjustified and had eternal dew,
Mountain to mass all set to unmew,
They tried to spread their frecked wing,
But failed due to fogged dusty wind,
Which enveloped me in a burden with thoughts of firmament,
That kept me helpless, raising all the temperature's tenement,
Nothing was there to whizz the lonesome loneliness of a yacht,
Uplifting a brighter vision, spangled my weird watch,
Which had exalted me to a ceased world, between time and space-
Oh! That quivered me to hate my watch, of discoursed continuity,
As it forced towards the terrorized environs and its fearful melody,
Now, all its tint were bad, my slow time machine was bad!
Now, all its silvery settings were rusted, and gone in eld,
Missing all its splendour, suddenly i waked up,
I was lying on my bed beside course books, stalled and wrecked up,
Contesting with each other, like beauty crest,
Now that i understand, it was only a dream departed,
A driving dream of life, light and time which halted,
And left me some unstable, opaque questions of eager spirits;
Could i get that watch in real or was that paused and painted imagination?
Is any watch can be a 'slow time machine' or was that a dream of comic hallucination?
For sure, it was a nascent self tormenting dream of joy departed.